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Character - LUCETI
Name: “Black Leg” Sanji
Fandom: One Piece
Gender: male
Age: 19, 21 in-game
Time Period: past chapter 544
Wing Color: black, tinged with red at the tips
History: Get it while it's h o t
Appearance:
A blond-haired, blue-eyed, curly eyebrowed (no, really) bastard is what Sanji is. At 5’9”, he is tall but not looming, and his body encompasses a lanky sort of grace - comes with the territory of being what is essentially a martial artist. But he doesn’t look like one. Oh no, Sanji looks like a gentleman, dressed to kill in his tailored suits and polished dress shoes, and it’s in everyone’s interest to remember it. There’s a suaveness to his steps, a certain confidence in that grin that’s almost always curled around a cigarette, and an air that he hopes reeks of sophistication - he figures himself a ladies’ man, after all. Even that his hair is constantly swept over his left eye is probably due some deep-seeded desire to impress women.
And that’s just Sanji before he loses his damn mind. Ever seen a man reduced to a pile of hormones and hearts - yes, hearts - because a pair of breasts crossed his path? Ah, you’ll find out soon.
Ladies.
Personality:
Sanji is the king of emotional whiplash, as he is one of the most gender-oriented individuals you could meet. Have the gods blessed you with a shapely figure, a sweet voice, and a pretty face? Oh, then Sanji will abandon his pride and heart in a matter of seconds, complete with the promise of sweet nothings and the most delicious foods a girl could ever ask for. He will swoon, he will coo, he will roll over like a dog and let you wipe your dirty shoes on his face if it will please you. And maybe one of the strangest parts of his personality is that he means all of it. Every. Single. Word. He does not, and will not regret his actions if it means making a lady happy.
It’s in this sense that Sanji’s a true gentleman. For all the perverted, raging hormones only a hot-blooded nineteen-year-old can have, he loves women with the entirety of his heart. They are human, but they are also goddesses that deserve respect and admiration. In turn, he is their servant who will heed their beck and call, fulfill their every whim if they ask it. He is their knight who will protect them if needed, and will not tolerate another man lessening them in any way. He is their prince who respects them, and will treat them like princesses if they let him.
And he’ll do it with a lovesick smile and poetry he pulled out of his ass two seconds ago.
… However, with men, the portrayal he presents is jarringly different, to the point you’d swear it was a different man all-together. Suddenly Sanji is a crass, cussing, hot-headed, chain-smoking bastard who will not take smack for anything. Get in his way and he will kick you through a wall, literally. If he sees women as his glorious rays of sunshine that warm the very center of his being, men are the dirt under his shoes he’s required to put up with. Not to say he can’t get along with someone of the same gender as he - surprisingly enough, he can befriend just about anyone, regardless of their sex - but he’s perfectly willing to let his temper fly in their cases. It’s to them that he’s the demon chef from hell.
The blatant difference in how he treats the two genders is at least partially due to his strict upbringing. Sanji was taught never to hit a woman. Never. It is a creed that can’t be broken (and he has tried once, when the chips were down). In most cases he takes great pride in his chivalrous tendencies, too. It bleeds into his self-constructed mold on what a gentleman should be, and many a times will show in battle.
But Sanji’s got another side to him, that has nothing to do with gender… usually. Perhaps stronger than his love for women is his love for cooking, and all things related to food. He’s a chef - and a fuckin good one at that. The man is certified to blow your tastebuds into orgasmic bliss or just wow the crowd with the eye-candy he creates. Yet even here, his respect and dedication run much deeper than others in his profession. His second creed in life is to never waste a scrap of food, so long as it can be eaten. Being subjected to starvation at the age of ten cemented this eternal appreciation, especially out at sea where Mother Nature is liable to kill or maroon you on a moment’s notice.
As such, he’s deeply sympathetic to anyone who has suffered the same hardship as him, and carries an unorthodox view on customers - if you’re hungry, he will feed you. Background, money, gender, friend or foe.. they all fall to the wayside, irrelevant. His duty as a chef is to provide food to the hungry, and even captain’s orders will not stop him. Because Sanji knows better than anyone what it feels like, when your body starts eating itself out of desperation.
Beyond that, Sanji’s just a very likeable individual - blunt and practical, yes, but coupled with boyish enthusiasm. He can be found holding an intelligent conversation with one of his female crewmates… or he might climb up on the table and start dancing with the younger members of his crew. It depends on his mood and what’s going on. When he’s not being stuck on gender, the man likes to take it easy, and really, just encompasses everything his is without any masks or pretenses. Sanji is Sanji, the guy who will playfully joke around one second, kick someone in the head for being and idiot the next, and then finish it all up by cooing at the ladies in his vicinity.
All while making dinner.
Strengths:
A staple of Sanji’s personality is his respect for food - to dirty or injure his hands is a grave show of insolence to his profession and his customers. So, the solution? Kick ass. Literally. Sanji has mastered a style known as “Reg Leg”, a fictional and very versatile martial arts that focuses primarily on the feet and legs for offense and defense. And oh, do those kicks do damage. Kicking his leg through a wall like it’s made of cardboard is nothing new to him, nor is sending one of crewmates flying. They’re Sanji’s weapons, and the reason he is third only to Luffy and Zoro in terms of raw strength. Not to mention he’s recently mastered Diable Jambe - using friction, he heats up his legs to add a fire-based advantage, as well as increasing his speed and power.
That isn’t even including his ability to burst into flame when enraged. Realistic? No, but still. There’s a reason you don’t piss off the chef.
Mentally, Sanji is the heavy-weight strategist for the Straw Hats. If the rest of them are off matching into battle, he’s the one slinking behind enemy lines to boost their odds. He’s the reason they escaped Enies Lobby, the reason no one drowned in Crocodile’s underground lair, and the reason God didn’t succeed in shooting down entire islands from the sky. And as something of a strategist, he’s quite intelligent for his age. Sometimes it’s hard to see when he’s busy selling his soul to his newest female conquest, admittedly, but it is there.
He’s also very empathetic and perceptive on the whole, seeing deeper points to a situation. He berates Luffy for hurting Usopp’s feelings during the Lobby 7 arc, and later is seen agreeing with Zoro over the state of Usopp’s return. When Luffy and Vivi face off in Arabasta, Sanji is one of the first to understand where their captain is coming from. Just like with his cooking, he’s able to see the larger picture along with the smaller details. It’s generally easier to swallow Sanji’s advice or observations, too, compared to Zoro’s more blunt declarations. He’ll tell you what you need to hear rather than what you want, but in a tactful manner that doesn’t leave you aching too much.
It can also be counted as a weakness, but Sanji is insanely protective of his nakama and anyone else he strikes a close friendship with, on a level that rivals his protective nature of women. If it’s a choice between them or him, they immediately win. He’s put himself into seemingly suicidal situations for the sake of others - try taking an insanely large blast of electricity head on and see how well you walk in the morning. For the people he gives a shit about, he’ll keep pushing himself to newer levels of power.
Weaknesses:
Women are the big one - always have been and always will be. Sanji absolutely loves them, will do anything to make them happy, and often times this will fly back in his face. Nami has no qualms using her feminine charms to saddle Sanji with tasks or chores, even if he readily agrees to every favor. If he volunteers to stay with the ship, it’s usually because Nami-san wants a brave knight to guard her money. In the Enies Lobby arc, his first opponent turns out to be the beautiful Kalifa, and put bluntly, she wipes the floor with him. Not because she’s superior in strength - in fact, it’s assumed Sanji can defeat her with relative ease - but because he can’t bring himself to hurt her. He takes chivalry to new and annoying levels.
On the physical edge of things, it’s easy to sometimes forget that Sanji is human with his big attitude and the kicks to back it up. But for all his power, he’s still in the realm of “normal” when compared to the other members of the Monster Trio. He lacks Luffy’s devil fruit abilities and Zoro’s inhuman endurance. A particularly strong enemy can take him out, and his fighting style is not without its limits. The Diable Jambe attack will result in a broken leg if he overuses it.
Emotionally, the chef has a temper on him. He will burst into flames if you piss him off enough; and in that instance, it’s very advisable that said person run for cover. Disrespecting food, ladies, his nakama (this includes the Baratie), his dream (finding All Blue) or himself are the five big no-no’s on Sanji’s list, and everyone - sans women - are obligated to follow them. If not, he will introduce them to the business end of his foot. Also, don’t mention the eyebrow, unless it follows the word “sexy” and you’re not male.
But because he tends to lose it quickly, he can be manipulated fairly easily if he doesn’t already have the upper hand. During the fight with Kuma, he rushes in blindly to protect his crew, even though it would have resulted in Sanji’s death had the opponent truly fought to his full potential.
Also, in what might stem from his self-titled position as a Prince, Sanji has an obsession with keeping those around him safe. And not just his female nakama, either. He sacrifices himself so Usopp and Nami can escape danger from Enel. When Zoro takes it upon himself to receive Luffy’s pain from Kuma, Sanji berates himself for not being strong enough to handle the same. He goes into a rage when unable to protect his nakama. Clearly, if he cannot protect the people he cares about, he deems himself worthless to them.
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Character - LUCETI
Name: “Black Leg” Sanji
Fandom: One Piece
Gender: male
Age: 19, 21 in-game
Time Period: past chapter 544
Wing Color: black, tinged with red at the tips
History: Get it while it's h o t
Appearance:
A blond-haired, blue-eyed, curly eyebrowed (no, really) bastard is what Sanji is. At 5’9”, he is tall but not looming, and his body encompasses a lanky sort of grace - comes with the territory of being what is essentially a martial artist. But he doesn’t look like one. Oh no, Sanji looks like a gentleman, dressed to kill in his tailored suits and polished dress shoes, and it’s in everyone’s interest to remember it. There’s a suaveness to his steps, a certain confidence in that grin that’s almost always curled around a cigarette, and an air that he hopes reeks of sophistication - he figures himself a ladies’ man, after all. Even that his hair is constantly swept over his left eye is probably due some deep-seeded desire to impress women.
And that’s just Sanji before he loses his damn mind. Ever seen a man reduced to a pile of hormones and hearts - yes, hearts - because a pair of breasts crossed his path? Ah, you’ll find out soon.
Ladies.
Personality:
Sanji is the king of emotional whiplash, as he is one of the most gender-oriented individuals you could meet. Have the gods blessed you with a shapely figure, a sweet voice, and a pretty face? Oh, then Sanji will abandon his pride and heart in a matter of seconds, complete with the promise of sweet nothings and the most delicious foods a girl could ever ask for. He will swoon, he will coo, he will roll over like a dog and let you wipe your dirty shoes on his face if it will please you. And maybe one of the strangest parts of his personality is that he means all of it. Every. Single. Word. He does not, and will not regret his actions if it means making a lady happy.
It’s in this sense that Sanji’s a true gentleman. For all the perverted, raging hormones only a hot-blooded nineteen-year-old can have, he loves women with the entirety of his heart. They are human, but they are also goddesses that deserve respect and admiration. In turn, he is their servant who will heed their beck and call, fulfill their every whim if they ask it. He is their knight who will protect them if needed, and will not tolerate another man lessening them in any way. He is their prince who respects them, and will treat them like princesses if they let him.
And he’ll do it with a lovesick smile and poetry he pulled out of his ass two seconds ago.
… However, with men, the portrayal he presents is jarringly different, to the point you’d swear it was a different man all-together. Suddenly Sanji is a crass, cussing, hot-headed, chain-smoking bastard who will not take smack for anything. Get in his way and he will kick you through a wall, literally. If he sees women as his glorious rays of sunshine that warm the very center of his being, men are the dirt under his shoes he’s required to put up with. Not to say he can’t get along with someone of the same gender as he - surprisingly enough, he can befriend just about anyone, regardless of their sex - but he’s perfectly willing to let his temper fly in their cases. It’s to them that he’s the demon chef from hell.
The blatant difference in how he treats the two genders is at least partially due to his strict upbringing. Sanji was taught never to hit a woman. Never. It is a creed that can’t be broken (and he has tried once, when the chips were down). In most cases he takes great pride in his chivalrous tendencies, too. It bleeds into his self-constructed mold on what a gentleman should be, and many a times will show in battle.
But Sanji’s got another side to him, that has nothing to do with gender… usually. Perhaps stronger than his love for women is his love for cooking, and all things related to food. He’s a chef - and a fuckin good one at that. The man is certified to blow your tastebuds into orgasmic bliss or just wow the crowd with the eye-candy he creates. Yet even here, his respect and dedication run much deeper than others in his profession. His second creed in life is to never waste a scrap of food, so long as it can be eaten. Being subjected to starvation at the age of ten cemented this eternal appreciation, especially out at sea where Mother Nature is liable to kill or maroon you on a moment’s notice.
As such, he’s deeply sympathetic to anyone who has suffered the same hardship as him, and carries an unorthodox view on customers - if you’re hungry, he will feed you. Background, money, gender, friend or foe.. they all fall to the wayside, irrelevant. His duty as a chef is to provide food to the hungry, and even captain’s orders will not stop him. Because Sanji knows better than anyone what it feels like, when your body starts eating itself out of desperation.
Beyond that, Sanji’s just a very likeable individual - blunt and practical, yes, but coupled with boyish enthusiasm. He can be found holding an intelligent conversation with one of his female crewmates… or he might climb up on the table and start dancing with the younger members of his crew. It depends on his mood and what’s going on. When he’s not being stuck on gender, the man likes to take it easy, and really, just encompasses everything his is without any masks or pretenses. Sanji is Sanji, the guy who will playfully joke around one second, kick someone in the head for being and idiot the next, and then finish it all up by cooing at the ladies in his vicinity.
All while making dinner.
Strengths:
A staple of Sanji’s personality is his respect for food - to dirty or injure his hands is a grave show of insolence to his profession and his customers. So, the solution? Kick ass. Literally. Sanji has mastered a style known as “Reg Leg”, a fictional and very versatile martial arts that focuses primarily on the feet and legs for offense and defense. And oh, do those kicks do damage. Kicking his leg through a wall like it’s made of cardboard is nothing new to him, nor is sending one of crewmates flying. They’re Sanji’s weapons, and the reason he is third only to Luffy and Zoro in terms of raw strength. Not to mention he’s recently mastered Diable Jambe - using friction, he heats up his legs to add a fire-based advantage, as well as increasing his speed and power.
That isn’t even including his ability to burst into flame when enraged. Realistic? No, but still. There’s a reason you don’t piss off the chef.
Mentally, Sanji is the heavy-weight strategist for the Straw Hats. If the rest of them are off matching into battle, he’s the one slinking behind enemy lines to boost their odds. He’s the reason they escaped Enies Lobby, the reason no one drowned in Crocodile’s underground lair, and the reason God didn’t succeed in shooting down entire islands from the sky. And as something of a strategist, he’s quite intelligent for his age. Sometimes it’s hard to see when he’s busy selling his soul to his newest female conquest, admittedly, but it is there.
He’s also very empathetic and perceptive on the whole, seeing deeper points to a situation. He berates Luffy for hurting Usopp’s feelings during the Lobby 7 arc, and later is seen agreeing with Zoro over the state of Usopp’s return. When Luffy and Vivi face off in Arabasta, Sanji is one of the first to understand where their captain is coming from. Just like with his cooking, he’s able to see the larger picture along with the smaller details. It’s generally easier to swallow Sanji’s advice or observations, too, compared to Zoro’s more blunt declarations. He’ll tell you what you need to hear rather than what you want, but in a tactful manner that doesn’t leave you aching too much.
It can also be counted as a weakness, but Sanji is insanely protective of his nakama and anyone else he strikes a close friendship with, on a level that rivals his protective nature of women. If it’s a choice between them or him, they immediately win. He’s put himself into seemingly suicidal situations for the sake of others - try taking an insanely large blast of electricity head on and see how well you walk in the morning. For the people he gives a shit about, he’ll keep pushing himself to newer levels of power.
Weaknesses:
Women are the big one - always have been and always will be. Sanji absolutely loves them, will do anything to make them happy, and often times this will fly back in his face. Nami has no qualms using her feminine charms to saddle Sanji with tasks or chores, even if he readily agrees to every favor. If he volunteers to stay with the ship, it’s usually because Nami-san wants a brave knight to guard her money. In the Enies Lobby arc, his first opponent turns out to be the beautiful Kalifa, and put bluntly, she wipes the floor with him. Not because she’s superior in strength - in fact, it’s assumed Sanji can defeat her with relative ease - but because he can’t bring himself to hurt her. He takes chivalry to new and annoying levels.
On the physical edge of things, it’s easy to sometimes forget that Sanji is human with his big attitude and the kicks to back it up. But for all his power, he’s still in the realm of “normal” when compared to the other members of the Monster Trio. He lacks Luffy’s devil fruit abilities and Zoro’s inhuman endurance. A particularly strong enemy can take him out, and his fighting style is not without its limits. The Diable Jambe attack will result in a broken leg if he overuses it.
Emotionally, the chef has a temper on him. He will burst into flames if you piss him off enough; and in that instance, it’s very advisable that said person run for cover. Disrespecting food, ladies, his nakama (this includes the Baratie), his dream (finding All Blue) or himself are the five big no-no’s on Sanji’s list, and everyone - sans women - are obligated to follow them. If not, he will introduce them to the business end of his foot. Also, don’t mention the eyebrow, unless it follows the word “sexy” and you’re not male.
But because he tends to lose it quickly, he can be manipulated fairly easily if he doesn’t already have the upper hand. During the fight with Kuma, he rushes in blindly to protect his crew, even though it would have resulted in Sanji’s death had the opponent truly fought to his full potential.
Also, in what might stem from his self-titled position as a Prince, Sanji has an obsession with keeping those around him safe. And not just his female nakama, either. He sacrifices himself so Usopp and Nami can escape danger from Enel. When Zoro takes it upon himself to receive Luffy’s pain from Kuma, Sanji berates himself for not being strong enough to handle the same. He goes into a rage when unable to protect his nakama. Clearly, if he cannot protect the people he cares about, he deems himself worthless to them.
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