MARINE :: Simon Briggs

[SIMON BRIGGS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 508px; height: 740px; background-image:url('http://i.imgur.com/xvJao.png');] [/style] [style=margin-top: -100px; margin-right: 50px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20pt; text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; color: #3b220a;]SIMON BRIGGS 39 || MALE || SUPERHUMAN || MARINE IDENTIFICATION Full Name: Simon Briggs Aliases: Vice Admiral Briggs Sexuality: Hetero Date of Birth: January 1st Crew: None Alignment: Chaotic Evil Personal Jolly Roger: None PERSONALITY POSITIVE TRAITS: Ambitious Charismatic Confident Prideful Tactful NEGATIVE TRAITS: Arrogant Power Hungry Merciless Reprehensible Vicious LIKES: Winning Being in charge Watching fights Scheming Destroying the dreams of those inferior to him DISLIKES: Losing Being criticized Being misinformed Bleeding-Hearts Weakness APPEARANCE Image Link: Vice Admiral Briggs Height: 8'2" Weight: 425 lbs Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Brown Attire: Growing up, Simon's father was too poor to dress him properly. He grew accustomed to wearing rags for most of his adolescent life. But, after joining the Marines and gaining some rank, Simon has found a liking to more dressy garments better suited for a man of his..Ambitions. Dressed in expensive dress clothes and form-fitted t-shirts, Simon makes it a point to keep his expections high for himself, in turn dressing very nice, always in a way to flatter his powerful physique. When on duty, he wears an ordinately designed blue uniform and drapes his Marine jacket over his shoulders like a cape. Abnormalities: His entire body is lined with scars while his face is weathered from countless fist fights. His nose inparticular looks to have been broken many times. BACKGROUND "Worthless! Good-for-nothing! You're holding me back!" Were the words his father used to scream at him before he even knew what words meant. After the death of his wife due to complications in labor whilst giving birth to an unusually large baby boy, Simons father held a certain contempt for him and still does. After bottling most of his rage enough to keep the boy alive in an act specifically aimed to honor his deceased wife, Simon grew up in a home he wasn't exactly welcome in. Through most of his childhood, particularly at school, Simon would come home beaten and bloodied from his bouts with the neighborhood kids, often times losing, but for the most part, winning. "Our age? Pff, you're too big to be in our class. You're just a freak!" The other children would say. "My mom says if it wasn't for you, your mother would still be alive and your father wouldn't be a drunk!" Their words soon escalating into a physical altercation. As the months passed, so did the fights. After a long while, Simons father began to see something in the boy that he failed to see until that time, that the boy was a fighter born. In an hush hush ring of sorts, Simons father began pitting him against others in his age group for money, similar to that of a dog or chicken fight. However, to those participating, it seemed quite innocent. Just a bunch of parents getting their kids involved in an afterschool extra-curricular activity, that's all it was. Bout after bout, Simon both won and lost. At first, he'd wondered why his father pushed him to do such things, but seeing how happy he was after winning, Simon began to enjoy it. All he'd wanted in life was to make his father proud and to be accepted by him, that's all he'd ever wanted, or so he thought. With that, Simon began to win because it made his father happy, not necessarily because he wanted to. His father would smile as he transformed himself into an animal.. Over the years, Simon's father began to see a change in his son, a change that both excited and scared him. The boy was growing up way too fast. He started playing dirty, purposely hurting other combatants to please the crowd, hanging out with grown men, dangerous men..Fighting for them in bouts his father had no prior knowledge of against men far older than he was. But, the boy would always come home with money in his pocket and an exceedingly satisfied smile on his lips. If the bills got paid, who was his father to complain? After a while however, even though the boy was still making money, eventually, he stopped paying the bills. To Simon, his father was no longer the person he wanted to please, it was the organization he belonged to. After a time, his father fell heavily into debt after a brutal night of gambling, owing the wrong type of people because he didn't know when to stop. "Son.. Help me.." He begged at first, his tone changing after having a few drinks. "I AM YOUR FATHER, GIVE ME THE MONEY! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU OWE YOUR SUCCESS TO?!" He screamed, eventually attacking the boy before beating the money out of him. Refusing to lay hands against his own father, Simon simply allowed it. Once word got out, the boys employers got ahold of Simons father, managing to beat the money back out of him, including a heart-wrenching apology to their favoured fighter, Simon the Brigg-House-Monster. Staring into his fathers eyes as he begged for forgiveness, all bloodied, weak and pathetic-like, Simon discovered something about himself that he hadn't realized until that moment. He never looked up to his father, when in actuality, he'd been looking down on him this entire time. Through countless fights, working hard for the money he'd earned and bettering himself in any way so he could obtain the things he'd wanted in life, Simon was instead proving that he didn't need his father, he was proving that he was better than him in every way. It was the first time he'd looked down on his father as a man would look down on an ant. It was strange, in that moment, Simon felt uplifted, yet he suddenly felt the weight of the world pressing against his shoulders, holding him down. His eyes closed for a moment only to open to a new reality. As he looked around the room, he found himself looking down on everyone else as well, not simply because he could, but because of how he saw them. The henchman that had beat his father used weapons and superior numbers to overpower a drunk. Their boss, a man that had few equals respect-wise, a man Simon once worshipped stood there, watching others do his dirty work for him, like a coward. There at that moment, every man in that room was beneath him, and it made him sick just looking at them. It was then that he silently convinced himself of something he couldn't ignore, ever.. Even if they were taller, stronger or had more wealth than him, he was the only person who actually mattered in his life and the only person he should aim to please. He was better than them, no, he was bigger than everyone! Over the years, Simon became the man of the house and eventually came to a cross-road in his life. As an adolescent boxer, he'd grown into a life where sinful acts and corrupted criminals kept him warm. But, as a boy turning into a man, he found he was left with more promising choices. After a group of Marines came in and busted half the people in a respectable house of illegal business, Simon saw something that changed his motives in life. After witnessing a handful of powerful men with dangerous connections being beaten and carried away like they were nothing, Simon knew where true power laid. If he chose to stay where he was there at that moment, he would never be on top, no matter how high he elevated up the food chain in the world he was steadily being immersed in. He'd read stories, sure, but after seeing what the Marines were capable of with his own eyes, he began to adore their infamy. If they were above the men he once looked up to, he would look up to them instead. And once he was high enough, they would all look up to him. With that, he joined the Marines. His ambition to stand higher than any man drove him through its ranks like a man possessed. ADDITIONAL INFO PERSONAL DRIVE: To be above all men REPRESENTED BY THE COLOR: Dark red; associated with vigor, willpower, rage, anger, leadership, courage, longing, malice, and wrath OOC NAME: FACE CLAIM:

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[SIMON BRIGGS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 508px; height: 740px; background-image:url('http://i.imgur.com/xvJao.png');] [/style] [style=margin-top: -100px; margin-right: 50px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20pt; text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; color: #3b220a;]SIMON BRIGGS ABILITIES AND INVENTORY INVENTORY Weapons FISTS - As a bare-knuckle brawler, Simons fighting style is pretty basic. He assumes the stance of a boxer and relies heavily on his super-human attributes and fighting experience to defeat his enemies. Non-weapons A necklace carrying a large tooth. A souvenir from his first life-threatening mission as a Marine. A fist-sized dark red den-den mushi. ABILITIES BUSOSHOKU HAKI - A form of Haki that allows the user to create a force similar to invisible armor around themselves. This armor can protect the user from attacks and push aggressors away. This type of Haki enhances the power of any attack, be it melee or ranged, and also allows the user to bypass the powers of a Devil Fruit user, striking the user's human body beneath whatever protection the Fruit may provide, even in the case of body-altering Devil Fruits such as Paramecia or Logia users. RACIAL FEATURES SUPERHUMAN STRENGTH - Due to his unusually large size, Simon was always naturally stronger than others his age, but through constant training, Simon's strength has elevated to a level far beyond that of an average man. Capable of lifting up to five times his bodyweight, crushing rock with his bare-hands and pulverizing wooden constructs with an onslought of punches, Simon has become a force to be reckoned with. SUPERHUMAN DURABILITY - With increased size came increased durability. Also, after decades of building his powerful physique and surviving countless fights, Simon has become almost as resiliant as he is strong. Capable of shrugging off blows that would injure or even kill a lesser man, Simon has become a ruffian who can run through walls unscathed and shatter rock with his bare-knuckles without a wince of pain. SUPERHUMAN ENDURANCE - Though his endurance stems considerably from decades of training, his ability to run farther, fight longer and push himself past the limits of an average man is primarily fueled by his one true desire; to be above all men.

[Night]

I must say, absolutely exemplary. He succeeds at being a man above most men.