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.Roronoa. has a minion!

Stupid Cook the Volfir




.Roronoa.
Legacy Name: .Roronoa.


The Cream Pherret
Owner: Frithe

Age: 12 years, 8 months, 3 days

Born: September 28th, 2011

Adopted: 12 years, 8 months, 3 days ago

Adopted: September 28th, 2011

Statistics


  • Level: 5
     
  • Strength: 13
     
  • Defense: 11
     
  • Speed: 10
     
  • Health: 10
     
  • HP: 10/10
     
  • Intelligence: 0
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


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Originally Coded By: dreamsky
Edited By: Frithe

Pet Treasure


Green Pirate Bandana

Plain White Shirt

Plain Black Pants

Galactic Emperor Shiny Black Boots

Cat Katana

Katana of Ice

Pet Friends


.Mihawk.
I will... I will never... Lose again!

Monkey D. Luffy
If you die, I'll kill you!

The Flower Maiden
Gender confused... Creature



My name may be infamous...
...But it's gonna shake the world!


Name:
"Bounty Hunter" Roronoa Zoro
Gender: Male
Age: Nineteen
Profession: Pirate & Swordsman

Relationship: Unavailable
Role Play: Closed

Art:[x][x]

Overlay: User not found: nauro_chan
No one travels
Along this way but I,
This autumn evening.

Fluttering in the wind, the ends of the tattered poster rustled even as the sea breeze picked up about the crow's next. The Sunny was in calmer waters and the wanted poster rested in my hands like some prize to be proud of. The figure - 120 million - was impressive. It was nothing compared to that of my captain's bounty.

I am a former bounty hunter and, had things turned out differently, perhaps would be tracking that stretchable lunatic instead of fighting beside him in this grand adventure. Instead, I am a member of one of the most notorious Pirate Crews - The Straw Hats - and the unofficial second in command despite what Long Nose and the stupid cook pretend.

Outside of the crow's nest is situated a pristine, cerulean sky with few clouds and the occasional stray unknown bird call from some far off island. Sunlight reflecting off the windows in the nest, my training was coming along but there was always more to be had. The weights rested to the side - enormous and grey. Sitting across one of the cushioned benches were the three swords that lead the legacy to my swords style Santoryu. Each blade was a work of individual art, its own legacy, and its own calling.