#janx

I've provided the resident OC dumbasses that live rent-free in my head with a bit of color. No intention of further rendering on them any time soon, but they've been on my brain since I've spent the past couple days outlining ahead in Hearing Problems and I finally know what they've been up to ever since their crew vanished from the Grand Line around a decade ago.

Lyon D. "Hurricane" Rollo, Captain of the Hurricane Pirates

I'm not one hundred percent satisfied with Lyon's hair here (it's dark-blonde to very light brown, was perfect on my laptop but almost looks strawberry blonde on my phone), but good enough stand-in for now. Skin tone is perfect. We'll just, uh...pretend I didn't forget his freckles?

I didn't add his locket the last couple times I drew him, but I finally worked out a design I like for it.

While he's otherwise a total dum-dum sweetheart whom I love most dearly, you do not touch the locket, ever, under any circumstances.

I mean it. You can and will lose a hand.

Also please don't call him by his given name. Lyon only. His canon-character older brother got a cool name and he got stuck with Rollo. He's a lil sensitive about it.

This mfer, on the other hand...

"Quickshot" Janx, First Mate of the Hurricane Pirates

I WANT to fully render this one, but it was a rough sketch and I'd have to completely redo the line art, soooo........gonna be a while. I have other projects to focus on first.

My last art of Janx pictured him with shorter hair—both are accurate. He grows it out occasionally, then lops half of it off when he gets annoyed over it getting in his face.

My last art of him also didn't really capture just how much of a chaotic wreck this idiot is. But here, he can be seen pictured in his most natural state—sprawled out the middle of the deck, probably quite drunk, definitely attempting to flirt with anyone who walks by. I mean anyone (not minors, he does draw that line, we don't do that shit here). He's pansexual and he's also a complete manwhore. Don't attempt to move him to a safer location, he's quite happy and swears it's more comfortable than it looks (he's too drunk to walk and will probably pass out there).

As a reminder, yes, he is supposed to have six fingers on each hand, the medical term is polydactyly, it can occur in one hand or both as well as in toes, partial digits or full (I have a relative with partial polydactly in one hand, which is where one finger joint splits off into two fingers; full means an entire extra finger with separate joints from the regular five). No, he's not self-conscious about it at all. He quite enjoys being able to flip off four people at once, and thinks it's hilarious when others find it off-putting.

The liquor bottle here is a direct reflection of the fact that his name was inspired by a specific liquor mentioned in Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.

I'll probably tuck these away in their character profiles at some point because even in their rough state, I like these significantly better than I do the previous ones.

Still working on angling the chain how I want it. He fidgets with it a lot. His one small comfort since I'm a horrible writer who took almost his entire family from him. Locket's flowery because his daughter picked it out when she was three (in present fic timeline she's twenty-four). Contains on either side a picture of her, and a picture of her mother who died very shortly after she was born.

Other points of interest, which probably no one but me is actually interested in, can be found below.

Joined Gol D. Roger's crew kinda by accident when he was in his early teens, when they arrived on the island he had managed to get stranded on after stealing a fishing boat from the docks of his home island and getting washed ashore there amid a storm.

Roger's crew arrived there looking for a devil fruit that fisherman from a different nearby island had mentioned seeing there. Lyon had consumed said devil fruit by the time they arrived, with no knowledge of what devil fruits even were at the time; he was just starving and there was nothing else to eat.

Roger found this hilarious and immediately welcomed him aboard.

Found out a few weeks later that his Devil Fruit allowed him to control the wind amid a desperate firefight with a Marine fleet, in which he accidentally summoned a gale that capsized two Marine ships and caused the rest to retreat, gaining him his first bounty of 100,000 berries at the tender age of fourteen. He didn't even mean to, he was literally just shouting at the wind to just f#<%ing blow already because Roger's ship had gotten chased into the Calm Belt.

Roger also found this hilarious

He's a couple years older than Shanks and Buggy, but due to his naivety and gullible nature and smaller stature they viewed him as a younger sibling, varying between being protective and playing jokes on him because he's just such an easy target how could they not—

Really never had any ultimate goal as a pirate, was always fine with the idea of Shanks or Buggy becoming Pirate King after Roger's execution. He did want to be a captain, and he did want to eventually surpass his mother's bounty of 3.2 billion (Helena Lionne, her bounty still active even decades after she retired from piracy and disappeared from the World Government's radar, part of the generation immediately before Roger), but beyond that he just wanted to see the world and have a good time.

Ended up sailing with Shanks for a few years, with the mutual understanding that they would eventually part ways as friends and rivals once they both had enough money and enough crew to captain their own ships.

Lyon's bounty skyrocketed much faster than Shanks's, less due to Lyon's capability as a captain and more to the sheer volatility of his Devil Fruit ability. Being able to control wind currents without much understanding of them made him a natural disaster waiting to happen, resulting in his epithet of Lyon D. "Hurricane" Rollo because of his propensity for causing said storms (often by total accident). He gained better control over his abilities after hiring a navigator with far more knowledge of weather patterns, but still wasn't averse to triggering a catastrophic weather event intentionally if the situation called for it.

He and others close to him came to refer to his Devil Fruit as Kaze Kaze no Mi (Wind Fruit, Logia type), despite it obviously not being a Logia type fruit; Logia users can typically manipulate their own physical form to take on the element of their fruit, but Lyon was never able to do so. In addition, he learned later that he could also control ocean currents. The exact nature of his Devil Fruit therefore remained a mystery during his time as an active captain.

At the time of his crew's disappearance (canon timeline being around a year after Shanks lost his arm in Foosha Village) Lyon's bounty was up to 1.1 billion. No one knows what happened to them, but those who knew Lyon before he vanished don't believe him dead, in no small part because his bounty poster is still in circulation.

And that's my dum-dum in a nutshell. Kind of a large nutshell, but I could (and technically am given the fics I have planned) write an entire book about him. He and at least six of his crewmates have been with me for more than half my life, since I was just a lil teenage unknowable horror writing One Piece fics on fanfiction.net.

A lot of you already expressed your love for Janx, his first mate, when I introduced him. The blue-haired, twelve-fingered, pansexual, ADHD gun-toting jack-wagon that somehow balances Lyon's naivety just well enough that they don't get themselves killed at every turn—

—do know that I'm sketching a new art for him as well. This time in his natural habitat: drunk and flopped across the deck and likely trying to seduce everyone that walks by.

Fin!!!! 💙

Only took two months? Two and a half?

Really can't believe he's finally done I'm gonna cry 😭

Guess I'll be nice and let him take over my display pic. As much of a moron as he is still my moron and I still love him.

Dipshit decided he had grown his hair out halfway through this sketch and made me edit it.

That's my Janx.

Named after the strongest liquor in the entire galaxy, which he somehow managed to procure a bottle of, which probably explains why he's draped across the floor and manwhoring so hard.

Fckin idiot. I love him so much.

Pants/belt almost complete, just gotta make the belt buckle shiny and render the ammo pouches.

Pretty happy with the molotov holster though.