Danten- Shi

Daten-shi

Gender: Male

Age: 25

Weapon: Skull Knight (Deth)

Love Interest: N/A

Appearance:
Even though this man is a powerful and dangerous person, his body does not really resemble it at least not with his clothes on and him having a relaxed body. However, it becomes a different story when his armor being to be torn or burn then it exposes the brown smooth toned body which has been formed from two decades and a half of never ending training and pools of sweat and blood. Starting with his upper body, he has the flexibility of that of an elite gymnast, which helps his muscles stay lean yet powerful. While he has the lung capacity of an elite swimmer, which is formed from his countless mornings spent going fifty yards out and back to his ship every morning to also get a great stamina and durability training in for the water is a fierce monster to overcome no matter what time of year.  

That is how inner upper body is would seem anyhow but for his outer appearance he has a very toned and built torso and arm muscles. They do not seem to be much at first glance fro he has not trained them to be bulky things that get in the way but smaller yet equally powerful things that can take down any overly muscular fighter that simply relies on his power to answer all his/ her problems. However, his stomach is the thing that stands out to the woman who ever get to see it solid as a rock yet lean and chiseled as though made by the greatest artist in their prime which these would ripple down showing his well defined oblates that support his hardened core. However, let us not forget the well-defined back that so many people have fallen to looking as they try to reach making it their new goal to next time instead of being behind it a charred body to be the man or woman who strikes the demon down.  For when you see this man’s back it is not the normal muscular figure one might see but a demonic figure standing for power and determination that he has formed from many hard battles and difficult training sections.

In Addition, to his slender yet powerful upper body his lower body is truly, where he truly is a gifted man. For his thighs are that of a runner who and swimmer who never had the vision to see the finish line and never good stop striding forward with all their might and will. Following suit down the powerfully toned thighs are his seemingly perfectly sculpted and rounded calf muscles that are the result of endless sprints, running, and swordsmen training which has paved the way so that he could finally use them properly after fifth teen years of hard work put into them. Next are his strong feet that can bear through the worst pain and his toes that can grasp even the smallest edge if need be to even give the man a slightly better advantage than the enemy standing before him.  This ends the tour of Danten-Shi wonderful body history tour.

Personality:
Danten-Shi is a very complex individual that few understand and that even fewer even think about getting close to try and figure out what is underneath whatever one just agrees to believe is a warm hearted joyful individual. However, they do not see the torment in his eyes when he is alone sweating the despair and hatred of himself out of his body while training to almost death everyday for he cannot live with the chaos and destruction that he has come so used to doing on a daily or if he gets lost at sea weekly bases. For this man truly doesn’t want to destroy and burn down everything that enters his path but he would rather use his flames to light the way for another being or creature to stride out of the darkness and into a truly warm world. However, even though he seeks strongly to help others and stop his path of destruction even though it is far too late for him to be redeemed from the damage he has caused this world.

He seeks to not only brighten and better this world but himself and to warm his long frozen heart that was left behind on the faithful day that would change his world fifteen years ago. When he agreed to a contract that would otherwise further send him down the path of mayhem and ashes that seemed to be gently paved for him ever sense his birth. He is a mellow freedom loving man who tries for nothing but to take naps in the daytime and party with his friends in the evening but his path has led him down another road filled with training in the daytime and battles all throughout the night to survive until the next day. He is a man that is forever having a warm look in his eyes and a bright smile on his face but inside is truly is empty shell of man that could have truly been the man he is fronting as simply to keep his friends in disbelief. So that for a moment even he might feel as though he was escaping from the hell he had dug himself into years ago. He is always trying to find the one last kill that will set him from the burden that he has now had settle on his shoulders but it seems everything he does every kill he gets further in he loses a little more of himself that is swiftly fading away…

So you may ask who this man is and you feel it isn’t answered within this text but if you looked close and deep enough you will find that he himself is finding his path in this world and truly strives to be the warm blooded and hearts person who so many have fallen victim to and strive to be. He is a man not only working on his body but his personality as well trying to find that one person or thing to complete him so that he can start a new so every morning he wakes up throwing on a brave face and beginning his journey further into hells depths. until someone has the courage not only to dive in to save him but possible carry him out for maybe his own wings have caught ablaze for he tried flying to high to the sun and this is now his burden to bear.



History:
When The Ashes Consumed Him!



At the tender age of three Brinks father began his intense training on his son just as he did the one before him. However, this time it was different for he did not want to raise two killers under the same standard so for this one he had an interesting thought in mind. For the time that he was three, all he did was ride around on rollerblades seeing if he had a natural talent for what was to come and as his father predicted as for the norm he was correct. His son was a gifted one when it came to anything that had wheels on it wither it be a bike, skates, or anything of the like, he could figure it out in a matter of days after getting it. This would help him train for the next thing that he would get at the age of four however, his father would not let him us them until he trained in a lost martial arts called A-T Rokushiki. From the age of four to ten Brink would be under intense training under his father always sprinting around the island and his father would make he try timing and dodging strikes of lighting for he put random poles along the coast line that his father made him run through which improved his reflexes and stamina ten hold. Along with this he had to swim off shore and his father sailed next to him until his arms would give out and he would almost drown to make sure he would never rely on some else in situations where he needed strength and durability. However, it increased his strength and durability tenfold and at the tender age of five, his body was stronger than some adult men were in their prime already. It seemed his talent and ability to adapt in situations was nothing to be laughed at for he was rapidly so much so that he scared even his father in his improvement.

When He Truly Understood His Father motives!



When he hit the tender age of five more used to training and sparring with his father instead of running around feeling the sand on his toes from playing with friends but them filling his bloody wounds from the endless running. If he was to be “killed” while sparring and for every tear, he cried, it would only add to the suffering, his father was a man of no mercy and would train him day in and day out with no break or care in the world.  It was never ending suffering that would soon build up the rage in the boy and he would do something reckless yet amazing after he received his gift on his sixth birthday. It would be the day the fire in him would burst free from its cages and would start its path of destruction, which would lead to many pirates fearing and respecting him in the near future. As he would put on the motorized creations, he would send a flurry of blurry kicks out and as he would he would notice that sparks would be flying in the air. Therefore, he picked up his speed pushing his body to the max at this moment simply to see what would happen and on the twentieth kick he would send out a wave of five that would be aimed for his father and which would set his path of destruction. For that kicked his father would not block or dodge even though to this day he feels his father could have easily done instead he let it go across his face forever leaving a burn scar that looked like a slash from left bottom check to the top of his right end of his forehead.

However, even without dodging it he was not fazed by the mere burn it was the fake his son would lash out at him in such a manner.  It took his father only moments to bring Brink down onto his knees for there was a skill he had yet to help him master or use his hidden potential in and that was Haki. His father knew even at his age and inexperience he would be able to withstand it for he already had the potential of a trained semi-master in this art yet he was hoping his son would realize otherwise that last attack would have taken his head clean off without even so much as a sign of effort.

“You DARE attack me your father the man who taught you to achieve this level of power so far you ungrateful little shit!”

His father would step over the table his face showing nothing but angry and ill content he would not hesitate and put no thought into his next action and he would slam is foot onto the back of Brinks head slamming it into the hard wood floor. All you could see underneath is foot was a smashed wood floor and blood spilling from the gash that had formed on his head.  However, he would quickly realize what he had done and lifted his foot of the young boys head to make sure by accident he didn’t kill his newly formed protégé. He truly cared nothing for the boy but instead for the time he invested on him making him the way, he is and he would be outraged if he could have killed him with simply this.  He would let out a sigh of relief as he would lift the boy’s unconscious head and realize he was still alive and breathing.

“That little shit scared me half to death thought I wasted my time working on him for nothing. “

However, what he wouldn’t realize is that Brinks unconscious body would be slowly moving upward and without a hesitation in his muscles he would cover his leg in a black almost armor plating without knowing it and swing his leg at his father’s right shoulder sending him flying and burning into the dojo wall where he had received his gift. Seeing as he was caught off guard he could not guard with the same technique as his son and it would shatter his shoulder to the point of no return it would forever be useless to the man from now on.  His A-T would be a blaze covered in black flames his father would turn to see his son standing looking over him before his body would collapse from the pressure of his own power his father would catch him in his left arm. After putting his right arm out he would carry him into the house, clean his wounds, and change his apparel that was completely burnt to shreds and he would clean his own wounds and make a sling for his now ruined arm.

The Flames Awakening!



As his father trained him for the next four years to master his abilities and attacks in A-T  Rokushiki and trained him to perfect the art of riding an A-T even on water by using the flames as is road if his ship or raft where ever to sink he would live on. However, on this his tenth birthday his world would forever change he had killed many people under his father’s orders already it could be from simple small pirate ships he could see off the shore from their home island of Raijin. To people that his father just saw fit to be eliminated and for every kill he gained under his belt it slowly brought about a more destructive and twisted side of Brink. He would not be the same loveable person after the shocking events to transpire in this short time for this was the day he was to assist in kill the five infamous Gorosei of the world government along with some of the most feared and respected pirates of the current and possible next era. His father was now passing down something other than the regalia that he kept secret from his sons it was time he felt that one of his sons should inherit his true most prized possession and that would be his crew emblem and sail. For he felt that his son would be the perfect new leader for the start of the next generation of Black Flare pirates and this truly would make his name skyrocket through the piracy world to come after this faithful day.  It would all start with his father giving him the family treasure the flame regalia and a map to his old ships whereabouts that contained twenty-seven more of the same nature but of different elements.  In addition, with that, his father would say one more thing to the man now setting out on his own adventure and journey and that would be…

“Goodbye you worthless shit...”

With that he would turn is back and a slight tear could be seen coming from his left eye as he turned away and started walking back into the distance for the era of his father’s oppressive training and what seemed to be hatred but truly was love would be over. Brink would see this one show of mortality and smile to know his father would not be the complete monster that he thought he was and he could leave knowing his father truly loved him and with a bow, his last word to his father would be…

“OSU!”

As he bowed his head, he would turn around and would look toward his next destination on the Red Line a fitting place for him to start his flaming new journey.  As he would approach Mariejois the destination that his father requested him go to and defeat everything in his path minus three men, he showed him a picture of beforehand. It was strange that he would be battling in such an area but he would be going in with a cool mind and steady heart. He would arrive at night and would fight until the break of dawn in a wave of burning bodies and boiling blood seemingly dancing to the smell and screams of his victims or those who had the luxury of even being able to perform in the play he would be creating.  This would be the night where he truly unlocked the doors blocking his full potential that he could not see or even realize where in his way on the island while training with his father. Therefore, he would begin training again until his body would drop going from island to island trying to learn new moves and bring up his bodies level of power and durability to meet the men he would fight alongside with on that faithful day once more.


After the Invasion!


A few weeks after his blood bath that was the Mariejois Invasion, he would stumble upon an island that he would find his first crush to be on. On this island he would meet and learn the meaning of feeling from a girl called Kelly that he would slowly fall for do to this being the first woman he would have long and truly meaning full conversations with not aiming to get in her head to kill her but rather to get an understand for her. He truly would be at a loss of words when around her and always doing stupid stunts simply to see her smile when all he could see was a frown some days. For a year this would carry on him trying to win her over and truly live a stable happy life and who knows if she would have accepted him maybe his life would be different his blood thirst never truly awakened and his pile of ashes never reaching the heights it is now. For he truly would have come to lose all that to be with this woman but it turned a different path when he saw how “soft” he was getting and his father’s voice rang in his head like a bad song that he couldn’t escape from which in turn drove him away from his first crush. Moreover, all that he would leave behind was a sign of where she could find him later in life if she truly wanted and a hidden message on the island.  It would be his crews emblem on his dresser that he drew one day and on a tree near her home he would use his regalia to burn a half heart in a tree. One day returning to see if the other side had formed or if on that faithful day his eleventh birthday he truly was forgotten and thrown out of her memory. For the next fourteen years he would build a crew so large that he stole his own island in the new world simply to put them all under control with ports going down one side and building and taverns on the other side. He truly had a great grasp on the world ahead of him yet he couldn’t but feel lonely and empty inside always trying to figure what void he was trying to fill and where the next person who many have the potential to fill it would either be left behind or burned to ashes? He truly would question his life as he sailed the great blues.


To Be Continues!!!


Miscellaneous: Used to sail around causing havoc now he is a twenty five year old who has found the academy and is trying to change his life for the better.

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