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Vista is a man who lives his life as a celebration of pleasure -- which is to say, he's a slut. And also a hedonist. Good sex, good fights, good wine, good food and good conversation enjoyed in good company. He delights in discovering new ways to enjoy himself and sharing that enjoyment with other people. To Vista, life is all about the sensuality of being alive, the pursuit of love and beauty.

His mother was a dancer (and a consort), renowned for the elegance and control with which she moved, and he grew up watching her preform and being inspired by her. The Flower Sword style was something he created because he wanted his own version of dancing to be as beautiful as hers was. As you can imagine, he's an excellent dancer, and prone to dragging people into a waltz or a tango with him. He's also a very good singer, but that's something he only shares with his closest friends.

A flirt and a romantic, Vista has a girl at every port, but not in a scummy way. He never makes promises he can't keep, and in fact nothing disgusts him more than people who "corrupt" beauty by "misusing" it. He would have a very low opinion of Boa Hancock. For this same reason, he considers most nobility and those born into wealth to be lower than dirty, since they surround themselves with beautiful things without understanding or appreciating any of it. The craftsmanship and time and effort that goes into creating fine things, the care and attention to detail that chefs put into the meals they cook, the passion to learn and grow and create, all of these things are an extremely large part of what makes something beautiful to begin with. Having spent his childhood in court, watching the backstabbing and maneuvering of the noble women, Vista views beauty as an intensely political and philosophical concept and could talk for hours about the deeper implications behind what beauty is, how a culture responds to beauty, who is allowed to be beautiful and why, etc etc.

As you can imagine, Vista has the heart of an artist, and can be pretty dramatic and self-absorbed as a result. He can be moody, emotional, and easily swept up in the moment, which can make him inconsistent and at the worst of times even unreliable, though he always pulls through when it counts. His linear way of dividing the world into categories of ugliness or beauty make him reluctant to acknowledge the faults or flaws in the people he loves -- and especially himself. This refusal makes him come across as hypocritical and passive-aggressive, unwilling to hold his family accountable for the same traits he sneers at in other people. This can cause some friction in his relationships, but Vista will continue on like nothing happened unless someone sits him down and directly tells him he's upset them. Even then, he'd probably apologize for the wrong thing before admitting that there's something "ugly" about someone he loves.

Vista has a deep appreciation for things like competition, ambition, drive, and craftsmanship, and enjoys testing himself in all aspects against other people. The only way to be the best is to measure yourself against the best, after all. That said, he isn't arrogant, and he accepts defeat with grace. In fact, being beaten by someone at something he's good at only makes him more excited to pursue that thing with more dedication until he's managed to perfect it.

Jozu doesn't talk much, but is extremely expressive. He has that thing where his neutral expression makes him look like he's plotting murder, but he doesn't actually wear a neutral expression very often -- he's very free with showing his emotions on his face, so he's usually grinning or scowling or rolling his eyes at someone. If he's talking out loud it's usually short, one-or-two sentence statements, otherwise he prefers to communicate non-verbally. A thumbs up, a shrug, even some sign language. This can cause Jozu to come across as dismissive, cold, or stoic, but in reality he gets flustered easily, and his response to that is to try and shut down, so the more he's feeling the less it shows on his face. If you ever see Jozu holding completely still and staring into the distance with a furious expression on his face, you know he's screaming internally about something silly.

(If you ever see Jozu holding mostly still with a grumpy expression on his face, he's just chilling.)

Do not play Poker with him until you figure out how to read him. Then feel free to clean him out, because his poker face won't fool anyone who knows his tells. The only time he's good at actually controlling his expression is when he's keeping a straight face through a joke. This man will not crack. Jozu never starts the silliness, but he will happily let himself get swept up in it, and his quiet, gruff demeanor hides an immediate willingness to fully commit himself to any and all bits. The master of less-is-more style comedy, some of his best jokes involve the rest of the Whitebeards getting up to mischief while Jozu just Stands There. Thatch and Haruta are always putting silly hats on him and he just lets them. His division turned him into a Christmas tree one year while he ignored them/pretended not to notice and then he did not move or make a single noise for almost three hours, because he was Being A Tree.

Shockingly light-footed for a man his size, he is always accidentally startling people by coming around corners or through doorways silently. Even Observation Haki doesn't always help, Jozu has such a quiet, calm presence that he could stand right next to someone and go unnoticed if he wanted to. Everyone is always complaining that they're going to put a bell on him, and honestly, if someone did ambush him with a silly cat-bell choker Jozu would let them put it on him and then pretend he hadn't noticed it was there until someone directly calls him out on it, because that would be wildly hilarious to him personally. Very superstitious. A little embarrassed by that fact. Jozu is very spooked by the supernatural as a concept and, if asked, will explain that it's not like he could punch a ghost if one of them popped up. He's big on handing out good luck charms and protection amulets to his crew mates, and he's always throwing purifying salt around. He has a somewhat masochistic love of learning the superstitions and folk beliefs of whatever new islands they dock at. On the one hand, he usually learns about a few new types of ghoulies to have nightmares about. On the other hand, he also learns about new ways to deal with those ghoulies. Pros and Cons.

Jozu deeply values fragile, delicate things, and his favorite hobies include glass art, eggshell carving, and the like. Due to growing up alone and in poverty Jozu was forced to be tough, hardy, and self-sufficient basically as soon as he could crawl, and as a result he's fascinated by the idea of things that are easy to break or that require a lot of attentive care, since he himself has never been treated that way, and honestly kind of struggles to treat other people that way.

As someone who values action, effort, hard work, and consistency, Jozu isn't always great at understanding why people might fall short of expectations, or be unable to complete certain tasks. He's so rooted in the physical world -- and in his own values of discipline and self-control -- that his interpersonal skills can often fall short, and he's not always as sympathetic to or patient with other peoples' struggles as he should be. Jozu is very good at cutting down to the heart of something and finding a simple, straightforward path through a seemingly complex and difficult problem, but this means he can overlook nuance or disregard important details as being superfluous. He can be dismissive or cutting when confronted with peoples mental or emotional struggles.

Once a pirate, always a pirate. Rakuyo is a sea-child who was born and raised on a ship, though there's no love lost between him and his biological parents. The crew that raised him were small-time trouble-makers from one of the Blues with no greater ambitions, which Rakuyo chafed at long before they all got rounded up and taken in by the Marines. Though he didn't have a bounty at the time and could have quietly settled into civilian life, Rakuyo's true home has always been the sea, and it didn't take long for him to pull together his own crew and take to the waves again, this time as a Captain.

Greedy, hedonistic, and self-indulgent, Rakuyo chases pleasure and his own wants above all else. This often means drugs, sex, and gambling, and he's also fond of life's softer pleasures, like good food, stargazing, music, and the company of his loved ones. In fact, Rakuyo believes that true happiness can only be found by sharing that happiness with others. It's only lonely at the top if you don't bring anyone up there with you.

A reckless thrill-seeker who leaps without looking every chance he gets, Rakuyo is resourceful, clever, and quick on his feet. Nothing thrills him more than throwing his fate into the hands of lady luck. He knows a million card or dice games, and despises cheaters -- in gambling, and in every other facet of life. True reward can only come through true risk, and true risk can only be found by honestly testing your mettle (or luck, or cleverness, or skill) against equal odds.

Rakuyo has opinions about just about everything, and shares them loudly. People are often surprised to find he's exceptionally well-read and well-educated, having spent many of his early years as a captain seeking out teachers who could educate him about philosophy, history, economics, psychology, and any other topic that interested him. Rakuyo loves to debate and argue, and will happily be dragged into a heated discussion about just about anything. Hearing the things other people are passionate about and sharing in those passions is one of his favorite hobbies, and he indulges whenever possible.

More than anything however, Rakuyo's first love is the art of ship-building, and he's traveled the world learning from some of the best shipwrights there are. He even worked with Galley-La for a time. Rakuyo did most of the designing for the Moby and Mini-Mobies himself, and will take every opportunity to talk all about it. To anyone who will listen. Even if he needs to trap his audience with him in a storage closet for three hours.

Blamenco grew up as the round hole in a square peg, and has never quite been able to shake that feeling. As the child of an immigrant father in a very small, rural farming community, Blamenco would have been something of an oddity even if he didn't have albinism. Despite having a love family and a handful of close friends, Blamenco never managed to really put down roots on the island where he'd been born.

Despite this, Blamenco has always been dutiful, responsible, and dependable, and consistent. He's farm stock, and has spent his entire life raising animals and tending crops alongside his grandparents. This gives him a very practical and somewhat cynical outlook on life -- who cares if he's happy here? The pigs need feeding and the roof needs to be patched before the stormy season hits. There's too much to do to worry about anything else.

After several run-ins with pirates and the eventual death of his grandparents, Blamenco's friends practically chased him out of town. He had no one left to be responsible for, and it was time to go find somewhere he could thrive.

He traveled with a circus for a few years, where he learned to embrace the things about himself that had made him an outsider back home and was able to hone not only his physical strength but also his sharp mind and skill for numbers, resource management, and logistics. Although he loved the glitz and glamor and didn't mind the hard, dirty work that went on behind the scenes, the overall culture of the circus didn't agree with him, and Blamenco would end up leaving again after a few too many arguments with the Ringleader.

Blamenco is polite, careful of others feelings, and generally soft-spoken, which makes his mischievous streak catch people off guard, but honestly he's a clown bastard at heart who loves to make people laugh and smile. Blamenco has a quiet, almost shameful love of pretty things, nice jewelry and clothes, fine artwork. He has a distinguished eye and fine tastes, but he almost never indulges because he thinks such things are wasted on someone like him. For all his cheer and friendliness, Blamenco is deeply insecure, and thinks every mean thing his bullies said to him growing up must be true. Even being respected as a leader and Commander on the crew is something he sees as just a responsibility he's fulfilling, and not proof of his own excellence in any way. After all, surely anybody else could do a better job of it if they had a mind to. He's only helping out where it's needed, that's all.

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: One Piece (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Blamenco & Whitebeard, Blamenco & Fushichou Marco | Phoenix Marco Characters: Blamenco (One Piece), Shirohige | Whitebeard | Edward Newgate, Whitebeard Pirates, Original Characters, Fushichou Marco | Phoenix Marco Additional Tags: Aw man what the hell do I tag this as, Character Study, Minor Character Death, Blood and Gore, Shirohige Kaizoku-dan | Whitebeard Pirates, Good Parent Shirohige | Whitebeard | Edward Newgate, Original Character(s), Backstory, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, No beta we die like ace, Fantasy Creatures, weird one piece animals Series: Part 1 of If oda won't give the other Whitebeard Commanders backstories and personalities then by god I'll do it myself Summary:

“How would I know?” Blamenco asks. “If I had the devil in me, I mean. Wouldn’t there be signs?”

“You’ve got pockets made of skin growing on you, stupid,” Lana points out. “That’s not enough signs?”

Well. Maybe she’s got a point, but he’s not sure he’s sold just yet. “I’ve always had weird skin though,” Blamenco argues. “Always had folks telling me my skin meant there was something wrong with me, but I’m not sure that’s true. Not sure this devil stuff is true ‘neither. I sure don’t feel like a devil.”