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[Guidelines / Mun / Tendencies]
Content Warnings at the bottom of this bio
Level 0: 5min observation in the street
pics by: namifloof / prinzik / faestorian
Note: things with * are wrong
Name: Emil
Species: human*
Gender: ambiguous*
Height: 169cm / 5'6"
Age: mid/late twenties
Affiliation: civilian*
General demanour: friendly, playful, approachable
Ease of encountering: 11/10, will find your muse first
Gender presentation wise, they exist in this overlap of a tomboy and a twink; with oversized hoodies and baggy trousers that obscure their body shape; no makeup whatsoever; a soft smooth voice that could be a low woman's, or a high man's; masculine stance and walk that sometimes - effortlessly - slips into feminine.
Emil's a social butterfly* who will approach strangers on the street first and ask if they would want a homemade cookie and then offer some. Or to compliment their attire. Or to ask directions to some random place.
Generally helpful and kind, Emil takes no shit and is brutal. One is likely to witness Emil help a child get a balloon stuck in a tree, or carry groceries for someone elderly as they chat, but if someone gives Emil shit, they will just punch the offender in the face, or outright stab them.
They are accompanied by a sparrow that either sits on their shoulder, or the top of the hear, or naps inside their hood. The sparrow's name is Bor and Emil's clear Bor's their 'friend' and not a 'pet'.
Where to find: anywhere in the New World; in the streets, in the park, in the cafe, in the vent shafts, at a ball, in a fighting pit, in your walls; if the location or people are even remotely interesting, Emil will be there asking what's up and who wants cookies. She's born and raised in New World thought and yet to venture out of it.
Level 1: you asked around and found a wanted poster
pics by zombbean
Note: things with * are wrong
Name: Emilia Utter*
Species: human*
Gender: any*
Affiliation: pirate
Epithet: The Lullaby of Death
Profession: blacksmith
You're still unclear what's their gender or sex. Some people think he's a young man, others think they are a young woman. Others just call them 'they'. Their wanted poster doesn't make it clear either. Emil seems to accept any pronoun.
So, they are a pirate. But their crew - Post Mortem Pirates - consists only of them (and their sparrow friend). They have a sailing ship in the dockyard, a small, 20m in length vessel called 'Caramel' with a Jolly Roger shaped like a crow skull with laurels, yellow on a black background.
95M bounty might seem like a lot. It is and isn't. This is the middle of the New World and they wouldn't make the Supernova Rookie title, but would be close. From the list of crimes, it looks like they killed two important people they gained them a big bounty, the rest is just petty crimes*
They are a blacksmith. They had hauled a small forge out of their ship and fixed up many metal pans and knives for the locals. And sold some new ones. Always with a complementary cookie and tea.
They like listening to people's stories so much that they give discounts on their services for interesting ones.
They seem friendly, generous and chatty, but you hear a story of a burglar who tried to rob them. The burglar is dead now; a knife to the throat did them in.
Level 2: you can sense and judge people's power
Note: things with * are wrong
General Power Level: a bit stronger than the Monster Trio and any Supernova
Armament Haki: a lot
Observation Haki: absurd and on all the time
Conqueror Haki: none
General Physical Strength: are they human really?
Weapon of choice: hand-to-hand, knives
Note: I - the mun - am fine with writing fighting scenes between the characters, but it's not my preference so there will be little to none of it. Power scaling-wise Emil is noticeably, but not much stronger than characters like Luffy, Zoro, Law, Kid.
Emil rarely activates their armanent haki, preferring little, precise activations over blanket ones. Still, they would be able of hardening/blackening all their limbs just fine.
Their observation haki is on an absurd level and active all the time. So much so that you can assume they are aware of everything happening within a large radius of them.
Pure strength wise, Emil's also up there, carrying a furnace that gives trouble grown up men with ease as if it was made out of cardboard. Stacking kids by a dozen on their arms and running around as if they weighted no more than little, noisy chicks.
The strength aside, Emil's primary fighting style seems to be focused more on speed and flexibility. Apparently, they are capable of bending backwards so much they place toes on their head.
Bor - the sparrow - is also weird, pinging off the activated devil fruit user all the time.
Level 3: you talk with them face to face
pics by: jugumpuppet / bossrushstudio
Note: things with * are wrong
Species: human, wait, are those gills?*
Eyes: pale grey, blind
Gender: 'woman, I guess'
General demeanor: flirty and shameless
Up close, you notice that the double lines at the base of Emil's neck aren't tattoos, but are two pairs of black gills. The yellow spot on her face also seems to be the natural colour, and not a tattoo, or a sticker.
Her eyes are also this pale grey typical of blindness, but she not only moves around as if sighted, she also moves her eyes to 'look' at you. She's expressive and she moves her eyes so fittingly you might doubt she is blind, but she is and has no qualm admitting if asked. If anything, Emil finds people's confusion about her sight amusing.
She also considers people's confusion about her gender and sex amusing as well. When asked, she only says 'whatever is the funniest in any given situation, but a woman, I guess'.
Emil's also very flirtatious and there's not a shred of shame in her body. She's unlikely to bring up the topic of sex, but oh boy, once it's mentioned, there are no stops, she will throw innuendos right left and center.
Note: let me - the mun - know ooc if you'd rather she cut down on those and she will, otherwise she'll just keep teasing
Emil's also generally shameless and will both openly talk about things people would find embarrassing and do careless and silly things. She openly calls herself a 'cuddle whore' and will both hug and smooch complete strangers (if given consent) but also she would start singing and dancing in the middle of the busy road or run around covered in glitter and feathers.
Emil will cook for you. She enjoys food and will happily try out new things, but she seems to enjoy cooking and baking just as much if not more. She's not a professional chef tho, and she'll openly admit it. She can follow a recipe, but not create a new one; if you're a chef, she will ask you to teach her a thing, or two.
She loves singing and dancing. Jazz and swing are her favourite, but she knows steps to many other dances will joyfully partake. Emil has a general preference for fast and joyful music, but she has a soft spot for spooky and creepy lullabies too; anything that could be sung at a graveyard at 3am. She proficient in both dancing and singing, but as with cooking, she's not a pro.
Flustering people she likes is yet another favourite pastime of hers. If she can make someone she like blush, she will, even if she can't see the results.
Emil adores stories, be it told, acted out, read out loud, or transmitted in any other form. She has a collection of books onboard her ship and will ask people to read them out loud - something that seems to calm her down so much that she might fall asleep.
Tell her about your blorbos, she will love it.
Level 5: you notice the cracks
Emil has a death wish. She's not outright suicidal - you won't catch her actively hurting herself - but she will do reckless and dangerous things. She will poke the bear and put her head in a lion's mouth, hoping that she miscalculates and doesn't get away with it.
She's put up walls. Emil's friendly and quick to call people her friends, but she doesn't really care, keeping everyone at arms length. She's lost everyone and her heart was broken beyond repair and now she's very guarded with whom she actually lets close. Now, she can count people she cares about on fingers of one hand and you're not one of them.
Emil lies while being brutally honest. She will overshare some things while hiding the others. She has no qualms lying and will do so effortlessly and with ease and you won't be able to tell unless you already know the truth.
Prior Knowledge: you're a revolutionary
Emil's not a revolutionary - she wouldn't join for the cause - but she agrees with the cause and has skills, means and will to help out with missions against the Government and Marines.
Your muse might be unfamiliar with Emil if they are a rank and file, but they might have been informed by higher ups that she's someone willing to co-operate.
Prior Knowledge: you're a wealthy bastard
One that would attend a H.unger G.ames like tournament where children fight to death. Emil participated under a nickname of 'Black Rose' when she was an early teen, as Vice Admiral Ramzen Poinciana's 'champion' and 'adopted daughter'.
If your muse is a wealthy bastard that would participate and bet on such games, they might remember Emil.
Prior Knowledge: you're a high ranking Marine
Vice Admiral Ramzen Poinciana was a corrupt man. A ruthless bastard with spotless reputation of a benevolent man who protected even small settlement from vicious pirates and took cake of poor orphans... All the while he was the one who orchestrated those pirate raids and turned those poor orphans into living weapons.
Emil was one of his projects. She's a highly skilled and well trained assassin and a spy that got out from Poinciana's Manor after Ramzen, the head of the family, died in action.
Content and trigger warnings:
Drawn Images/Icons: non-sexual nudity; implied sex; blood and minor gore; food & non-alcoholic drinks; birds (crows, sparrows, seagulls); anything blacksmith related; swords and other bladed weapons; open sea & ocean; deep sea & ocean; forest; people exercising (weight lifting, yoga, pole-dancing, climbing, parkour, etc.)
Played Out In Character: all of the above; villain levels of violence (murder of Marines, pirates and civilian alike, joyful property destruction, torture, bloodshed and gore, etc.); death wish ('knowingly getting in potentially deadly situations' kind, not 'self harm' kind); sex; alcohol; manipulation; invasion of privacy to disturbing levels; puns and innuendos/sex jokes
Happened in Backstory: all of the above; child abuse; pedophilia; sexual assault; teenage pregnancy; newborn death; drug abuse; dead parents; dead fiance
Muses Might Discuss: literally anything; while I have no interest in writing certain things play out, I'm open to have my muses talk about literally any topic, so insert here 'everything'
Emil might look like a bubbly and silly muse but she's fully capable and willing of actions befitting a brutal villain. There will be plenty of tea and cookies, smiles, laughter and sunshine but she's also a deeply disturbing being capable of brutally killing someone just because she's in a foul mood and they got on her nerves.
She will also run around with her tits and butt out and throw flirts and sex jokes right left and centre.
If that's not your jam, that's cool. I'm fully aware some people will find her uncomfortable and if you do, thank you for checking her out, may you have plenty of luck finding muses to write with somewhere else.
But if you're up for the horror and comedy show: sprawl out comfortably and have some 🍪☕ and 💛
@lofirp sent:
🥔 - like a sack of potatoes / Tempest? XP
Send 'Uppies!' for my muse to carry yours
Emil's hair stood on ends and her stomach dropped. She was getting an increasing 'danger' all over the place, like a low, ever-present bass that was getting stronger. No specific sources. No person or an item that was threatening her safety.
The ground itself - cluttered with trash and refuse of all sorts - was dangerous. The last time she had sensed anything like that it was...
"Tempest!" She already dashed towards him. Were those vibrations in her feet her own steps, or first quakes? "It's a landslide!"
Trash around them rolled downhill here and there. A crack split the slope behind her. Emil ran into Tempest shoulder first into his stomach and she bodied him up and onto her shoulder, not slowing down.
Danger. Danger. Danger.
Every step she could take was in a soil that cried and vibrated 'danger' to her. She skipped uphill, avoiding a gaping maw that opened where she had been going.
"Why didn't you mention landslides?!?"
an enemy they are running from? nah, get natured! xD
why is it always a male character going mad avenging his dead wife and never a female character cradling her dying pure of heart husband in her arms then dragging the whole world down with her
The sing-song tone echoed loudly; Stahl practically danced upon his shoes. The teacher practically jumped with joy. "I have two months~ two months off~"
"If you're on a lookout for a nice place to spend that holiday, I know a place that rents a small cabin for cheap." Emil spoke up, not caring that she only 'overheard' him. "It's by a forest full of wild pokemon, has a pond nearby big enough to swim and fish in and there's a garden full of berries on the property."
Was the property in questions hers? Yes, very much so.
"If you're looking for a place with existing, but 'poor enough it can used as excuse' network connection, that's your spot."
Emil pressed the base of her nose, massaging tight circles. She had already stayed too long in this area - the constant hubbub of the activity crept on her with an encroaching headache - but that explosion and everyone running about like headless chickens sure added to it.
Her head pounded. Her nose was assaulted by whatever had rotted and decomposed in this runoff tunnel, her shoes were squelching with each step, seeping what little warmth she's ever had in her toes.
A breeze from the outside brought a welcome if brief welcome from the stench, but it made the cold worse. She shivered all over just when he spoke up, his tone way too cheery.
Was it how she sounded to others?
Emil lowered her hand, frowning, squinting and giving him an annoyed glare. The headache pounded in her ears and temples and his voice was too loud.
Tempest. She had heard that name before. The Corp staff had mentioned him. Called him a terrorist. Sounded like a perfect guy to follow.
"Emil," she replied in curt tone, now massaging her temple with her thumb as she gave out a long, rumbling groan. "Towels sound great about now." She would kill for a warm and dry bed about now. And needed to ditch those sloshing shoes.
🐺 At first glance, Emil seems to have escaped the Wall without any obvious injuries. No trail of blood, no fresh burns. Just soaked clothes, and what appears to be a pounding headache written all over Emil's face. Or maybe just a bad mood? It's cold and stinky, so that's all too relatable either way.
"Lovely to meet you, Emil. Let's just hope the circumstances will be better in our next lives."
Tempest leads Emil outside to his car, where he rummages for towels in the back of it. He also finds one oversized sweater he picked up while scavenging an abandoned settlement the other day (mainly because he loved the rad graffiti print splashed on its back).
He's holding out the sweater along with the promised dry towel to Emil before he leans against his car.
"Soooo, is it just Emil, Emilio, or short for Emilia?"
The cheeky grin never really leaves his face.
Emil's grimace deepened at his mention of the next life. She was eagerly waiting for the end of this one and the mere idea of another lifetime sounded tedious at best.
Still, she sloshed behind him to the boot of his car and grumbled something that might have been thanks - but Emil wasn't even certain through the drumming headache - as she took a towel from him. She unzipped her hoodie, peeled it off her arms, noted Tempest took out another hoodie, and so she simply dropped hers to the ground; it was one she had gotten from the Corps anyway.
"Short for Emilia." Wiping her arms and chest dry-ish, she didn't even attempt to hide the headache scowl. "But only government calls me by my full name, so 'Emil'." She wasn't in the mood for the small talk, but it was a small price for the comfort of dryness. "Tempest is an odd name too- is it a nickname?" She pulled the hoodie over her head and sighed off, finally a bit warmer. But not by much.
"Did someone call you that, or did you pick it yourself?" She considered her trousers for a moment, took another dry towel from him, walked over to the passenger seat and simply took off her trousers and shoes, abandoning them in the run off and sewage as she sat in the care barefoot and with the towel around her waist.
@despairforme sent:
[ If Emil had to play a sport (professionally), what would she play? ]
no meme; thank you for indulging me, Toby :D
Emil cut an apple into half and then into quarters as she tilted her head, pondering the question. "Swimming seems like an easy answer." Pausing the cutting, she ran her thumb along the side of her forefinger; a thin, barely detectable line there, all that was left of her webbings. "But I suppose the competition would allow other fishmen and merfolk, so I have an odd feelings my grandpa being a human would be a handicap."
"Something with spacial awareness then, maybe." She tilted her head the other way, her eyes on the other side of the room while she daftly worked on cutting out the apple core from each quarter. "I could play things like basketball." Snorting she smiled, ear to ear. "It sure would be fun to throw a ball from the other side of the court and get a score. I'm terrible with long-range weapons, but my thrown weapons aim is excellent.
Emil cut the now core-less quarters into eighths and arranged them on a plate in a circle, like petals of a flower. "Darts, I think." She picked one piece and bit into it, the firm flesh giving a satisfying sound. "I think I would be a pro darts player. As long as the board has bumps so I can tell where the bull's eye is."
She chomped on a second piece and continued with her mouth full. "With the [Shopping Cart Archery] as a notable side-gig."
"No diplomacy." she nodded. 'Straight to combat' it was, then. She was fine with that, Law's powers were fun to witness.
About a hundred of bandits - Emil had stopped counting at twenty and eyeballed it - hid in bushes and behind crumbling walls of the ancient ruins they had turned into a base. A hundred bandits to them two; an unfair ratio.
Emil took off her hoodie and folded it neatly, leaving it on top of her backpack: it was a gift, she liked it and didn't wait it dirtied in the incoming fight.
At a spike of danger, she stepped to the side; a bullet sunk into the ground behind her. She grinned and bolted onward, towards the man who had just aimed at her; he had done her a favour and solved the choice paralysis question of 'whom to target first?'
The ends of his mouth tugged into a rarely seen smile, and his body stance changed, drawing out Kikoku from the sheath of his sword and stepping forward as they suddenly found themselves surrounded by the marines.
Honestly, this is what they had to send to stop them? How utterly pathetic. And predictable.
His free hand flexed slightly, almost lazily, with his fingers twitching ever-so-slightly, the atmosphere around them started to tense up as the sounds of weaponry being drawn by the marines reached his ears. And, once again, felt rather bored.
His head tilts.
"Room."
Using his Devil Fruit powers to expand around them, his eyes glinted with bloodlust.
Emil pouted oh-so-theatrically and dropped a rifle she had just yanked out of a bandit's hands and broken its stock on another's skull. She'd only just dealt with this second man - bullets zipping all around - when Law spoke those two ill-fated words and men rose into the air.
"I really need to figure out some area-of-effect attack." Emil grumbled, leaning down to avoid another shot and to pick up a different, un-shot rifle. Without even gracing a bandit with a blind glance, she lifted the gun and shot him into the sternum; so point-blank, even her terrible lack of firearm aim couldn't save him.
"I might be fast, but your skill is so crowd-control overpowered, it immobilises nearly everyone before I even warm up." Was it a compliment in a form of a complaint? Maybe. Emil's dissatisfaction was certainly sarcastic; she enjoyed all the wiggling limbs overhead.
She stole another bandit's knife and threw it as a floating man who was aiming a gun at Law; it struck him in the arm, causing him to drop the weapon. "Hey, dumbass! I'm here too!"
With her eyes closed and head low, Emil would have looked to any onlooker like she was napping in this surprisingly comfortable camping chair. Well, she wasn't.
The bulk of her attention was in the great outside of the camp, as she hopped from place to place, searching for something interesting to follow - maybe eavesdrop on the grumpy Commissioner, maybe follow a low budget theater production, maybe lipread a trio of gossiping old ladies - but she didn't miss Reach sitting close by and ever so slowly leaning in closer and closer.
Where he was looking, Emil could never be certain, but he sure was facing her face. Was it her nose spot? Fishmen were rare in those parts, she was likely the first and only one most people here had ever seen (or even heard about); her bright yellow nose spot would have been unusual.
Oh, if they had ever met any fishman with non-human-standard skin tone; her white skin was very pale, but still within what humans were getting.
Any uncertainty she had was gone when Reach lifted his hand and neared his outstretched forefinger to her cheek.
Should she let him? Should she open her eyes? Should she speak up? So many options, so little time to decide. What was the funniest and least expected thing she could do?
As soon as Reaches fingertip met her cheek, she twitched, lifted her head and - without opening her eyes, as if it all was while she still slept - aimed to grab the 'offending' finger in her teeth.
placing it somewhere near the start of the crossover timeline, so if I recall right, Reach was still going by Warren's 'he/him'
yes it's old, no I'm not sorry for keeping it that long ;p
EmiDrake commish in the year of our lord 2025??? You best believe!
I have to draw them more, they're one of my fav OC x Canons... maybe cause I wrote Drake for this one for a bit. But. Who knows. Maybe I just like it when a tall, serious guy is absolutely whipped for a little lady!
For the briefest of moments, Emil paused, pondering where to kiss him - she could smooch him on the lips for all she cared, or grab his hands and kills his knuckles - but she decided not to overthink it and simply go with the first idea that came to her head.
And so, she grabbed his jaw on both sides, took in a suspiciously deep breath and pressed her lips against his left cheek, to blow the loudest and longest raspberry she could. All the way to the last bits of air, where all she could get were just tiny 'farts'.
And after a short inhale, Emil grinned. "One way to make a woman breathless."
