#recordsandrecorders

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Monica Resolza - for the Log Pose magazine - Vol. 138 - Spring 2020

One Piece OC Fashion Magazine

It took me some time, but it’s finally done!!

It didn’t turn out as bad as I feared, though not as well as I’d hoped either...But! I need to learn to let go of artworks XD

I even got carried away and complicated the background more, had to go back and fix that, hahaha!

That’ll teach me to go with simpler designs.

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Here is the profile pic for Gavin Clevine!! (with and without background)

His Character Profile has been cleaned up!

Younger brother of Cleo and son to Isra, so I sure hope they all look related. I really do like this redesign, but I might have to redraw this piece as I’m only seeing mistakes XD hahaha - might be better to just leave that for some other time and move on though.

Rasul’s world is destroyed with the Massacre. Seeing their mother brutally murdered, hiding beneath the floorboards and wasting three days waiting for their father to show up breaks something in him.

This moment unleashes a rage that no nine year-old should feel, but feel it he does. This hatred only burns stronger when Samina decides to become a Marine.

Her explanation tempers him with patience, same patience she is taking on the road of their revenge. They need names, locations, identities. They also need food, water and shelter, all the things Marine employ will get.

Might as well make use of the vermin.

As Samina begins her training and sends the proceeds back to him, he begins to experiment with his Record in secret. He’s seen the techniques, but is unsure how to access or use them.

With great determination, spite and copious amounts of meditation - plus a good number of accidents - Rasul learns to Delegate. This allows him and Samina to communicate much more easily, official channels being monitored.

This also opens his world up to other people’s secrets. Marines’ secrets, Pirates’ secrets, Nobles’ secrets. Rasul is quick to see potential there.

At first he sends Delegates to listen, to see and bring the information back to him; the better he gets the bigger of a name he makes for himself. Samina is worried, but also strangely proud - she cannot expect him to do nothing while she’s out making waves.

The more he sees, the angrier he gets and soon begins to use his Delegates in order to communicate with people who might want to get in on his game, to gather his own informants. He picks the downtrodden, the vengeful, the ostracized, he pretends to be a Devil Fruit user to hide his Record use.

He asks for only a spot of their skin as surface for a Starling tattoo in return for their vengeance on who ever has wronged them. The older he gets the more his net grows - slaves, prostitutes, servants - and the more he’s able to offer - safety, comfort, food, shelter, money, protection - the more infamous he becomes.

None know his face, for most only ever see a Delegate Starling.

Majority of his informants are women in unfortunate circumstances, great number of whom consider him a ‘sweet boy’.

His Sky Islander ancestry shows in a row of feathers sprouting wrist to elbow in a single smooth line.

He holds a hatred for men due to his mother’s murderers being a bunch of sexist pigs, but also because his father never showed up; and both he and Samina knew he could.

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New and improved Owl! (with and without background)

Her Character Profile has been cleaned up!

I had a bit of trouble deciding on skin tone, because the one in the slide/banner was a bit too light than I intended; this turned out great! :D

Fingers crossed that I continue the trend on character profile busts!

CHARACTER DETAIL

Owl has trained herself to be steady and assure, silent and cold, agile and deadly.

She had to or her masters would have found a different use for her. No child wants to experience that, especially when their Record tells them exactly what they’re heading for. And with her Record she knows how to avoid it.

Owl is pretty, her owners know this, they are waiting for her to grow; so she places herself in sight of a poisonous woman, a bitter woman, who doesn’t show any hesitation in scarring a child up.

At this point, at merely twelve, Owl had already survived having her wings sawed off so she thinks little of the inflicted injuries. They nearly kill her, but she doesn’t think she would have minded.

Owl believes herself to be broken by life of a slave, her self-worth at an ultimate low. In time she even finds comfort in not having to decide anything, a child has to find sanctuary for their sanity somewhere.

She is distant and impersonal because no one cares, no one wants to know.

At ten years of age, when her bother and Papa were still alive, all three made their best attempt at escape. Their jailers did not know their wings could be used for full flight. Unfortunately their escape plan failed and all three had their wings broken and sawed off - only Owl survived.

Since then she’s had the stumps sawed off to nothing, each time for aesthetics of her owners, each time just as painful.

Her wings were short, white and black spotted, much like a snowy owl’s. They were downwards pointing unlike some other sky islander’s. They could support a short flight by extending further and causing pain to the owner.

Owl’s spear used to belong to her papa and is the only memento of him she has left.

It consists of a Cloud Whale bone shard, the only thing that can pierce the hide of a Cloud Whale, mounted on a length of  smoky quartzwood that grows on Stratononme island.

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Attempted a quick piece to add to he slideshow of my main fic tumblr :D

I like some of it...and other parts? not so much XD hahaha

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A few redesigns from September 2018.

Things have changed since then, but only a bit - sometimes it looks like I got better at art, then at other times like I regressed XD hahaha

Hopefully I’ll post more this year, but we’ll see...

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geography

Recounting of Finn, Seagull 78th

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Recorders have a tricky past with staying in one place. I can still remember  grandmother telling me, as a young child, of how Recorders used to travel constantly, always be on the move (this was after our Raftel days).

I could not imagine it then. Though for many Recorders, many pirates indeed, this was a natural state. You sail where the waters take you.

All the homes they knew were made of wood then, in the beginnings, they stayed such for a long time (until Tiger that is) taking forms of ships, floating stages and who knows what.

Ah right, I did view a memory of one of mine who was there during the grand constructions. It was a thing of wonder - all the things that could be accomplished through hard work, collaboration and a bit of Record skills - those floating stages were particularly grand (refer to memory of Seagull 76th Donna) and could hold a huge amount of people.

They had floating theatres - which is not something I ever thought possible, regardless of grandmother’s tales - and I know now that for many who were older than my grandmother (who was ten at the time of the Massacre) this was nothing amazing, nothing new, for it had always been there.

At times when these things hit me I am very grateful for my Record. I hate the thought that something so grand might be done, might be constructed and later taken for granted. Certainly a marvellous piece of carpentry, but accepted as a fixture. They thoguht it would never be gone,

Some of them are still floating about, rotting along.

Recorders have gone to look for them and salvage what could have been salvaged, but this was only after Tiger came into prominence and changed Creed - it was far too dangerous before that, due to monitoring by the World Government.

In the much more recent times we’ve settled in a place now called ‘Gods’ Graveyard‘ and ‘Titan’s Walk‘, but at the time when Recorders first settled there it was called the Wricker Archipelago.

This archipelago covers a near entire width of the Grand Line. This makes it a natural barrier and an entirely appealing prospect for one who has things to protect - like Tiger surely did, even then.

Unusual shape of the archipelago (letter W, thus all the naming) makes for the space in between them - and space near the Calm Belt - to be considered a Kill Zone.

Since Tiger moved us in, none have passed without permission.

The eight islands all exhibit a single season climates, Wis and Wilding remaining in Spring, Watchet and Whelve being WInter, Welk and Welter in height of Summer while Wertfrei and Widget staying in Autumn

All of them have produce and livestock - well cared for by the Recorders and non-Recorders living there, the nature of the Grand Line sometimes makes travel between them impossible even if communications still work so all work to be able to provide for themselves - there are brave souls who venture above the clouds to send emergency rations from above if possible - my own mother being one of them at a later point in her life.

I have spent most fo my earliest years in eternal Spring on Wis, enjoying the lakeside retreat with many other children Tiger decided to take in for one reason or another. It was a charmed life, truly, it took me gaining my Record to realize that not everyone had it that way.

The archipelago gained notoriety as soon as Tiger started bashing heads and heeding off all troublemakers that attempted to pass the natural divider, only those of the Pirate King’s cohort could pass. (it was like this for a long while before the first negotiations started)

In my youth we did receive Marines, but I’ve never seen them. Children were kept away form them - at the time I didn’t connect it with safe, but I had other worries and people out of sight were not them. - they were never allowed to stay.

The islands were my childhood, freezing wilds, mountain peaks, cold lakes and warm seas saw all my milestones. I’ve climbed the dancing trees and rode on backs of sand cats - I truly consider them a wondrous place, a safe place.

Not at all something to spice nightmares and tall tales with.

But it’s all in the eye of the beholder, for while my contemporaries would also call them lands of plenty, grasslands where we chased Springy Peafowl, others would also name it a place of terror 'Graveyard of Gods, where Titans walk’.

But when you dine in company of Titans I suppose nothing else seems like too much of a hassle

In words of one Finn, who bears the name Seagull

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Other WBJ Geographies: Naruto Verse, Pokemon Verse, Original Story