Name: Edward “Kydd”
Occupation: Pirate
Specialty: Cook / Bladesman
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Personality: Extremely curious and fun loving. His quick wit gives him a joke for any situation, but he is even quicker to showcase any useless knowledge he might have gained on a subject. Similar to what a Mr. Know-It-All would do, only he’s a Mr. Know-Nothing-At-All too.
Example: "Smoker. A smoke type logia user. Immune to cancer, chain smokes cigars, loves Huskies. Enjoys long walks on the beach and quiet evenings sipping tea. His ideal girl is “Stop bothering me with these questions”."
He’s also a hopeless romantic but never involving himself. Every woman he meets always reminds him of a scene in a romance novel. Indeed they are all waiting for that perfect man to ride in and take them away to a better place. As for his advice to love torn men? They should grow out their hair, do plenty of push ups, and buy a horse.
Birth Place: The slums of Alabasta.
History: Born to a poor neighborhood without a father was tough on Kydd. His mother never made a lot of money and he never made a lot of friends. He always spent his time reading whatever he could get his hands on rather than playing with other children. Since a library had not been built within his city, he read whatever material people threw away, including cook books, romance novels, newspapers, and even old magazines like Marine Weekly or Bluemopolitan.
The other children never even knew his real name, just calling him with “Hey Kid”. Eventually, he took to it and adopted that as his nickname. The constant teasing and bullying however, gave him a reason to learn to fight. Did he ever reach master status? Far from it, but his insight and intelligence gave him an uncanny ability to read an opponent’s fighting style and predict their attacks and defenses. He couldn’t hit particularly hard, but made up for his lack of strength by using weapons and striking an opponent’s vitals.
Eventually came the day when news of Whitebeard’s war at Impel Down reached his village. For the longest time he admired the Marines but their form of “Absolute Justice” made him start to question his beliefs. He still shakily held to the belief that the Government only wanted what was best for its people until one fateful day.
“Whitebeard Edward is Dead!” The headline read. Kydd was standing outside the Marine Recruitment office, shuffling back and forth as to whether or not he should sign his life over to the government. He was completely lost in thought and focused on the newspaper, totally unaware of a nearby shadow eavesdropping on him.
“Edward… that’s my name.” He said to himself, “Nobody here or in my mother’s family tree was ever named Edward. Could it be? No, that man couldn’t possibly be my father, but why did she name me after a Pirate? I’ve always had suspicious as to who my real father was… but this man, his Will, his dream, his passion… that was what she admired when she gave me my name. Absolute Justice? From what I’ve read, Ace’s only true crime was sailing under a Pirate Flag. Sure there was over 50 counts of Dine and Dash, but that’s not something you can execute a man over! Argh, I just don’t know. Should I join and perhaps change things from the inside? I need to make sure, I have to ask her. She’s always been forthright with every question I ask, there’s no way she’d lie about whom I was named after.”
Once he walked off, a weasel of a man chuckled to himself, pleased with a scheme in the works. “Illigitimate child of a Pirate perhaps? Hah, as if the spawn of scum could ever make it in the marines. No, no, Kid. I’ve a much better use for you.” Due to his resemblance to Crocodile and lack of a father, Kydd was to be used as a bargaining chip with the former Shichibukai.
Talking with his mother, he became certain his father was a Pirates when she said, “Your father… was a man who valued personal freedom and his friends more than anything.”
“Then I swear to do the same thing! Edward Whitebeard was a great man! Ace was a great man! I don’t care what the papers say about them, because you shouldn’t be persecuted for who are, only what you’ve done!” He proclaimed, only a second before the door was kicked in.
“Arrest him! This piece of trash is going to follow in his father’s footsteps! The demon of Alabasta, Crocodile!”
His fists were ready to fight, but seeing his mother there as well, decided against it. He wasn’t going to put her in danger and decided to give himself up willingly. Tears in her eyes, she hugged him goodbye and slipped a small hairpin into his clothing.
-—
As he sat inside the brig of the Marine vessel, the youth’s faith was shattered in the Marines. Someone had to stop them from treating Pirates and anyone associated with them as less than animals. And that someone, was named Edward “Kydd”. After what might have been days of struggling, he found himself free of the ropes that bound him and slowly picked the lock to his cell.
It was a hard fought battle that left him rather wounded and cornered. He knew he didn’t stand a chance against all these Marines, but once he’s sworn to do something, he will not back down. So, with a smile he said, “See you in Davy Jones’ locker.” And the fuse leading into the ship’s powder kegs reached its destination.
One massive explosion later.
Barely alive, drifting his last moments away, the shadow of a jellyfish posed against the evening sky. “Fate has led me here to you. Will you sail with the Devil himself in order to achieve your dream?”
“Aye… Captain.” He rasply whispered before a horrid tasting food was pressed into his mouth.
Likes: Reading (Anything), “Teaching” others what he’s read, Eating, and Freedom.
Dislikes: The Marines, the World Government, Being Hungry, Thunderstorms, and Cold Weather.
Positive traits: Extremely determined and never gives up on friends or his dreams. Actually possesses a lot of common sense, often being the crew’s Plan B guy and is very good at telling when people are lying to him. His knowledge of Marines can also be very handy in using their technology or knowing their ship capabilities.
Negative traits: Gets distracted by any writing very easily. He could spend an hour inside a public restroom for example, or just trying to decide what to eat at a resturant. He’s also a little too focused at times and running from a fight is the last thing on his mind once he’s selected a target and sworn to defeat them. Lastly, his love of food was only intensified upon becoming a Devil Fruit user. This sometimes leads to bad decisions like Ice Cream (making his entire head freeze into a solid expression).
Physical Description: Kydd has always had a youthful appearance and is incapable of growing facial hair. That is, except for his silver hair that causes him endless distress with children referring to him as “Grandpa”. His clothing style could best be described as Rich Casual. He always wears some sort of heavy jacket, usually lined with fur, over his shoulders and black heavy pants ending in snake skinned boots. His favorite shirt is a white polo.
Excelled Skill/Devil Fruit: Liquid Metal Fruit
(Explained Later)
Dream: Bring down the World Government
Reason for Dream: He wishes to carry on the will of the many pirates that fell at Impel Down. He may not have ever known his true father, but his instincts tell him that his father was a great pirate. He knows that his only link to his past is his name, Edward, as in the great Edward Whitebeard. So in a sense, he thinks of the old pirate as a grandfather.
Current Day:
The Devil Fruit
“It’s so boring in here.” Davy Jones remarked. “Guess I’ll spend another day fishing.”
Now, someone once said that the definition of crazy is doing the same thing over and over again, expecting a different result. Well, despite not having caught anything in over several hundred years, Davy continued to fish day after day, hoping for a bite. Every passing day got longer and longer for him. He was strong willed and full of hope, but everyone has their limits and Davy was very close to his.
Was there any point to continue living? The solitude was crushing and with no sound but the sloshing of stomach sea water, all one has is their thoughts. Davy learned to cope by sometimes spacing out for days at a time but the time he could fade away grew shorter and shorter. He had to just keep doing what he always did, day in day out. Fish.
Well, sometimes crazy things do happen, as he pulled out from the stomach waters: A wooden crate! This was exciting news for Davy! Nothing else survived the stomach of this fish for so long except him. The crate was in bad shape, but it still preserved its cargo after so long. “Well, I wonder what’s inside?”, then he pried open the rusty nailed lid.
“A silver haired… coconut?” He questioned. How did it get there? After a bit of thought and wild fantasy, he arrived at the conclusion that the fruit must have been aboard an ancient vessel swallowed long ago by the goldfish… and that it must have been fate to meet his new first mate!
“They say Devils dwell inside you fruits. Well, even this Angel wouldn’t mind the company of a Devil for a few thousand years… hey! Don’t talk back to me! I saved you from the stomach juices of this fish! Huh? You say you knew Coca! He was my friend a long time ago! We’ve got much to discuss.” And thus, a centuries long friendship between Davy and his first mate, Coco, started.
-—
First Day on the Job:
Kydd was amazed at how far he was from Alabasta. The Marine ship must have sailed over the Calm Belt. He didn’t think such a thing was possible, but the Navy must have a special trick they use. It was a very curious thought, but he put it aside once Davy Jones started asking him questions.
“Can you play music?” Davy asked.
“Nope!” Kydd replied.
“Can you fix things?”
“If by fixing, you mean breaking.”
“How about medicine?”
“Umm… never saw a medical book in my life.”
“Can you… um… cook?”
“I love to eat! And I used to help Momma every now and then. She did most of the work, but I told her the recipes.”
“Then you’re my first mate, since Coco lives inside you now, and head cook. For this first week together though… everything you make you must eat.
Since then, Kydd’s cooking has become renowned for it’s heavenly taste, or possible poisoning. After all, cook books only tell you how to make something, not how it tastes. He’s still learning and getting better every day, but most of all he’s just happy to be in the kitchen where there is plenty of food at all times.
The Metal Metal no Fruit:
Type: Paramecia
The metal metal fruit turns a person’s entire body into liquid metal. They no longer count as a flesh and blood creature, even though he or she still needs to breathe, eat, and sleep like any other person. The main advantages this gives is the re-shaping of one’s body.
Shaping Limitations:
Time and Concentration: Since he is not naturally made of hardened steel, he must concentrate for at least one second in order to become so. Defensively, he can harden portions of his body in preparation for an attack, usually his forearms, to better parry swords. This is primarily the reason he uses claws, as a sword needs the flexibility of one’s wrist. Because of the amount of concentration and thought required, he cannot armor himself from an attack reflexively. Also, since the hardened portion becomes visibly chromed (anime rule of One Piece: Clothes are affected too), a skilled opponent can simply strike elsewhere in order to avoid it. Currently, the only thing he can defensively do is harden his skin. While it’s not really a technique, Kydd has been known to strike a sexy pose and call out, Metal Metal No ADONIS!!!
Not an Artist: Kydd has no artistic talent, nor will he ever. His mind is very left brain dominant, meaning he may be able to do cybernetics eventually, even learn to heal himself with extensive knowledge of anatomy, but reshaping his face always ended in disaster. This particular limitations means he cannot change his body to look like someone else, reproduce artistic details of mundane objects (no keys, solid metal maps, or things not involving basic geometric shapes), and certainly no looking like an animal.
“Body” not “Production”: He cannot produce any more metal than his current body size and anything launched or severed from his body stays hardened and cannot be absorbed back into his body or manipulated. Anything lost from his body creates a feeling of hunger, thirst, or weakness (as if it were a loss of blood).
Shaping Strengths:
Intellectual: Kydd’s quite intelligent and has several applications of liquid metal that distinguish him from other “Shapers”.
Infinite Complexity: With enough study and practice, or a blue print in front of him, Kydd may eventually learn to produce machinery and cybernetics. However, due to the complexity of such designs, his build times can vary greatly. Even if he had the designs of a Pacifista in front of him, at the moment, he would need an entire day just to assemble a single arm. Also, just as Franky needs Cola, Kydd uses high proof rums as fuel. Of course, alcohol and building machinery rarely mixes so he hopes to one day find an alternative power source, or just get much better at drinking. Mastery of this will take much time and is the Liquid Metal fruit’s version of a Gear Second.
Medical Mojo: At the moment, Kydd has no working knowledge of anatomy or medicine. However, once he fully learns the workings of the human body, he can learn to repair it. At first, this may be very tiresome and would be basically like performing surgery on oneself, but as he gets better, he might even be able to subconsciously heal himself from wounds he has taken using the principle of infinite complexity to weave back together bones and tissues.
What does it mean to have a Liquid Metal body?
As a liquid metal man, Kydd has several advantages over a normal body and also a few disadvantages as well. He’s highly vulnerable to cold, as damage and climates of this type cause him to lose malleability. If struck by a cold attack or inside a cold environment, he cannot use his powers and takes substantially more physical damage. Also, due to his conductive properties, electrical attacks seek him out over any other target. This makes being outside in a rainstorm extremely dangerous for him. However, he is quite resistant to flames and if substantially heated, he glows red hot and gains fire damage to all his attacks, but he will be unable to harden and thus, lose access to his higher level techniques.
