MARINE, ser percival

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[attr="class","about_1"]PERSONALITY

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Percy is by all sense of the word, a pure soul. His intentions are always weighed on the side of good, even if it would go against his mission set. Though he's seen more than his share of and been apart of extreme violence in the past, the knight of a Marine is rather childish in his thought processes. Percival believes humans aren't inherently evil, that there's a little bit of good in everyone, and that taking a life should never be an option. He would go to great lengths to see no real harm come to his enemies to the point where he even fights with a sheathed sword. The marine is a magnet of a man that can't but help to draw those in around him. He'd ensure those around him are taken care of hand and foot, even if it'd take him far out of his way. Any soul around him knows the male bears not a single angry bone in his body and is never seen with less than a smile on his face.
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One of the perks of being Percival, though he never notices, is his ridiculous power to attract the opposite sex. Looking at the gorgeous blonde, anyone out of the know would've thought the Marine to be some famous actor or model. When out and about in public, it isn't rare to see a large following of starry-eyed females trailing close behind him. As a side effect of his oblivious nature, Percy never seems to notice or acknowledge his adoring fans.

[attr="class","about_1"]HISTORY / FREE FORM

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The first time he opened his eyes was in the bed of a luxurious South Blue castle. A fog hung so heavy over the blonde male's mind that he couldn't even remember his name. There wasn't a single memory for the man to cling to, no vision nor flash of an image that he could even attempt to grasp onto. Rather than allowing the fear of the unknown to grip at his heart, the eighteen-year-old boy gave in to the kindness and warmth of those of the castle. Without any hesitation, the family would take the boy in until he could figure out who he was. Besides the clothes on his back, the only item on the boy's person was a sword with the name "Percival" scrawled into the hilt so the family quickly took to calling him as such.
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Percy surprised the family with his wide range of skills. From the first few days in the house, he'd cooked, cleaned, tended to the animals, and carried out a variety of household tasks in little to no time. Aside from housework, he boasted great skill in the arts, drawing the most beautiful drawings and showing his talent on the piano. Though he still couldn't recall anything from his past, Percival had some kind of a penchant for knowledge. He seemed to carry some huge level of intelligence when it came to a myriad of academic subjects.
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Of surprise to the family was Percy's skill with a blade. With just a stick he'd spar with the royal guard of the family, felling the greatest of soldiers with little less than a twinge of effort. The family was shocked with the massive skillset on the boy's shoulders and before long offered him a permanent residence in their home so long as he vowed to be the personal guard of one of their children. After accepting, Percival has rarely left her side, going so far as to join the Marines alongside her and continue on to each of her assignments as her sword.[break][break]

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Before washing ashore the beach in South Blue, Ser Percival hailed from a New World land of knights and warriors. Birthed into a group of the kingsguard, "Silver" at the time, was the son of a famed hero and knight so from his youth he was thrown into the fire. Before he could even walk, a faux sword was placed in the boy's hands so that he'd grow knowing the feeling of a hilt. As he grew older, the sword became an extension of his body and by the young age of five could best men more than three times his age.
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By the time he was twelve, Silver served as squire to the famed knight Percival, his father. As squire, it was Silver's duty to follow him into battle and learn all he could so that one day he would take his title as Lord Percival. As his squire, Silver killed a very many man at war, earning him the fear and respect of an entire nation. His incredible ruthlessness even at that young an age went unchecked as the man laid waste to entire countrysides.
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During the height of their countries war, Silver and Lord Percival were to journey to the Paradise half of the Grand Line to hunt down the fleeing commander of the enemy's army. Along the way a vicious storm completely destroyed their fleet, killing most of the crew and Percival. Silver washed up in the wreckage on a South Blue beach, clutching Percival's sword with no memory of the life he'd lived before.
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SKILLS: COOKING, LEARNING, PIANO, TAMING ANIMALS

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LIKES: Flowers, Peace, Happiness, Reading, Teaching

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DISLIKES: Pain, Suffering, Negativity, Sadness, Killing

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OCCUPATION: NAVIGATOR

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PRIMARY ATTRIBUTE: perception
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HEIGHT: 6’2”