"Sea Reserve please." A tall man at about 7'5 sat down a hand full of Berry coins at a bar on the 45th Stand of Desamare. His face was scarred, he was muscular with rounded shoulders that looked almost like boulders. He was relatively lean in the waist, but was more a rectangle than a upside down triangle
"Lucky you friend, this is the last we've got." The bartender popped a cork and let it foam as he pulled a large tankard and began a heavy pour
The scars on the patrons face were jagged and almost like lightning bolts of repaired flesh across his face. Going from the right cheek and stopping just before hitting his Left cheek. Another set of scars sat on the left side of his forehead, three scars from his hairline down to cutting through his eyebrow.
Supernova
Francis Hound
'Mongrel'
Bounty: 402,315,126
He wore black suspenders and a half way buttoned dress shirt and black slacks. His chest was scarred to hell and back with marks of blades and what looked like claws for the most part.
The Sea Reserve was one of the most popular brands of Beer. It was a stout that gained an immense thick foam across the top and was dark and near black like the deepest parts of the sea.
His silver hair fell to his face in strands as he rose the large tankard up to his lips. The white foam coating his upper lip as he tastes the rich in a bitter taste like black coffee but gold against the tongue with the typical taste. Incredibly refreshing like that of a nice fruit drink in the son on the beach
"Ah…" He had downed the drink in mere moments, leaving the glass about half empty when a sound from behind him caused his scruffy face to twitch. A ruckus. Pirates coming in and smashing things, knocking people over as they come clamoring up to the bar.
They look to the man next to him and smile before looking back to the bar keep and his goatee'd fac. "Alrighty bar man! Get us all of the…Hmmm Sea Reserve you got!"
"Oh I am sorry to say–" The bartender began to apologize but the Mongrel responded instead "Sorry fellas, I've drank the place dry…" He raised his brows as he lifted up the glass with a jutting his jaw forward as he pours the rest of the liquid into his gullet, quickly gulping the stout down
"Hmm…Yeah that is a shame…" The man at front. Branson, pulled out a Dragoon pistol and shot into the air and then shot a few of the bottles in quick succession. "Just how are you gonna make up for this misfortune mister?"
Branson, a man that was extremely lithe and thin with whiskers above his lip as he wore a tribly and pulled a bottle from behind the Bar, popped the cork and poured it across the mans head, dousing him "Yeah I think thats a good solution!"
"Ugh…" He stood tall and was about equal to the man that was about 5 inches taller than him. But as his eyes realized who he was dealing with, the man worth only 57,000,000 was dwarfed by a giant shadow as he was slammed effortlessly through the air and slamming through the door and breaking the sound in the process
He then slammed into another building made of the Desacrete, lucky him, he would've gone through ten more buildings if he had gone through a normal building
"Oh fuck!" The men realized as blood was suddenly spilled against the wood of the bar by an Ono Ax.
Inu Inu no Mi Model: Okami. Also known by some as 'The Winter Wolf' or 'Thunder Dog'.
Mongrel cracked his neck from side to side again. He was in his hybrid form of the mythical fruit. His arms were long, legs digitigrade unlike a minks, his fur was silver and white with blue mixed in, eyes a vibrant golden red. His tail was one long bush that was literally on fire, and he had lightning coming of his mane that went down his back that was tight and compact. Much unlike a Minks electro. It was changing colors, but stayed mainly pink.
His breath was a cold fog
"Holy shit! It's the mongrel! You're! You're that Marine that went totally off the fucking rails! Became a pirate!"
Francis Hound. Once a Commodore of the Marines, but after a particular incident involving a civilian population that needed to be culled, this Howl Island born man became disillusioned with The Marines. But instead of some who became pirates to find meaning, or joined the militia or simply just gave up. Instead the story goes that he slaughtered his base.
Then after that, he was said to have scoured the sea attacking marine bases. Even civilian bases that served as base towns. Or Training camps. Along the way he found that fruit of his that garnered his title
Picking fights with Base Commanders, Pirates of Certain Seas, Militia, He Truly was a mongrel in all shape and form. At least so the stories go of his rise to power and what caused mix to become the dog he is today…
"Damn right…You'd best learn that…If you survive.." He lifted his axe up electricity and frost forming across it! "Raijono!" He slammed the Ono into the mans stomach! Splitting him in two and destroying the building behind it with him!
"Or maybe not…"