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RP Name: ???? ??????
Nickname: Cocytus
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Birth Date: Unknown
Race: Skyfolk
Ethnicity: Birkan
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance:
8'11
Allegiance: Pirate
Goal: To become acknowledged by the world and immortalized.
Origin: Skypiea
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Stats: 216
- Strength: 00
Prowess: 58
Defense: 00
Speed: 58
Stamina: 100
Vitality: 00
- Perk/Traits:
- Perk: Energetic
Trait:Primary Weapon: Unarmed / Assassin / Rokushiki / Devil Fruit
Personality: Cocytus is very thoughtful, perhaps too much so. He is very much a person who does things for his own personal benefit and to further his goals. Despite this he does not come off as cocky, but more so as someone who does not believe in himself, or even simply someone who just looks down on himself in general. This comes from him seeing the world and people for what they are, the awareness of how the world works comes extremely easy to the man and he is unsure exactly why. While he has a bit of a moral compass, he is very willing to do things that might fall on the opposite side of his moral preferences if he feels it pushes him closer to his goal. Willing to accept the consequences of his actions regardless.
Biography: Cocytus is unaware of huge parts of his past. He does not remember his real name, and he is not aware of the exact reason he acts like he is. This is due to Cocytus mentally blocking out a majority of his terrible past which also happened to involve his name.
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Cocytus was born into a terrible life in the sky islands. His mother hating him due to his father's abandonment of their relationship and leaving her with a child to take care of on her own. He was frequently neglected as an infant, and it slowly became worse and worse as he got older and older.
Neglect soon turned to abuse during his toddler years, as anything the child did that displeased his mother resulted in a beating that was accompanied with his mother's ranting about the useless world, the world being out to get them, or no one caring about anything important, and continued until she decided she was done talking about it. Any struggling or disagreements seemed to result in the beating proceeding longer.
Growing older continued, and as his body evolved so did the beatings. His mother soon found some sort of enjoyment from it. No longer using them as a tool for discipline but as a tool for satisfaction. Her rants changed from that of the useless world to herself, the child, his father, and everyone else being useless. Pointless to the world itself, pointless to her. Why worry about them, simply find enjoyment in whatever makes her happy. And considering her child looked a lot like his fathers, it seemed that happiness came from beating him.
Years passed with the chlld being beaten almost daily by his mother simply for her own satisfaction, school life was no better as he was reclusive due to his mother's actions. No one remembered him, no one remembered his name, he could have sworn his teachers would have forgotten had they not had documents with it written on them. Whoever did remmber him did so because they chose to pick on him, and easy target as someone who was ignored by most.
One day...the child found a fruit while walking. Unaware of where it had come from and hungry as he had been on his second straight day with no food he ate it. He felt weird...different...but not at the same time. Arriving home, he found a distraught mother running the sink until it was filled with water and overflowing. He dare not question her, however it didn't matter. He was grabbed and his face forced into the water as his mother seemed to try and drown him. Struggling made it no better as he began to inhale water from lack of breath, and as his vision began to fade he felt something...cold, the water was no longer there...it as replaced with ice. He felt like he could breath, water in his lungs seemingly also turning to ice that simply moved through his body. He felt little resistance as he moved his head, escaping the ice and turning to see his mother encased in ice, in panic, screaming even through the ice encasement. The panicked child ran from home. Little did he know, that pushed his mother past the breaking point, she was never the same again as insanity enveloped her mind completely.
While walking the streets, still in panic he was soon met by the bullies from his school. Not wanting to deal with them he would try to leave. Continuously, to no avail. Words entering his head from their mouth, chanting out that he was worthless, nothing. The words seemed to meld with the rants of his mother that were practically drilled into his head, and then...it was gone. The words that constantly plagued his mind, the thoughts of the terrible things from before gone. The only thing left was him the people in front of him, and the words they spoke. Worthless, and his response to them was as simple as....'I am...and so are you...we all are.'
Angering the others they prepared for an attack on their target for harrassment but he froze them...he didn't even know how...why...how he knew how to do it. How he knew he could do it...he just did. The others encased in ice and panicked, the child saw this and allowed the ice encasing to shatter releasing them. They ran away, screaming in fear, and the child could only as himself why. Why did he let them leave? Why not beat them as they intended him, why not kill them like they probably deserved. The ends of their lives would mean little to the world so why not. He had no answered to this questions, but he knew for some reason he did not want to kill them...he did not want to beat them. However it seemed he longed for something. The thought of the world going through his head, his opinion of it, of himself, of others. Why did he think like this? He was unaware...but he did. He could only accept it...and he did.
As he grew older very little changed about his thoughts, his past virtually inexistant yet still there inside of him somehow. He met very few people that interested him or left a mark on his mind, if any at all. Everyone around him was insignificant to him...and that included himself. However with no name, or well a forgotten name that he associated with something he simply accepted he no longer had, the most important part of his life became when he was given a new name...or well when he took a new name. Another of his kind who seemed to have little issue being around him while many others avoided him was reading a book. Mythology, In it highlighted a cold place in the underworld that stuck out to the otherone. Showing him the description with the words "You're kind of cold like this Cocytus place right? Can I call you that?" Was all it took for him to adopt a new name. If he were to try and achieve what he wanted...he would need a name regardless, and so he called himself Cocytus from then on.
