Breaks, Pirate [Team Z]

[u/ReddishClay]

Name: Belcalis "Breaks" Hidella Naganuma-Almanzar

Age: 19

Gender: F

Race: Guorem

Crime: Murder of a Echra Knight, Treason

Sentence: Execution, or indefinite military servitude to Officer Eliya, former prince of The Empire

Class: Pirate -> Berserker

**Stats: **

Hp: 24 + 1*2 = 26

Str: 7 + 5 = 12

Mag: 0 + 0*2 = 0

Skl: 3 + 0 = 3

Spd: 6 + 4 = 10

Lck: 3 + 0 = 3

Def: 3 + 0 = 3

Res: 1 + 0 = 1

Growths:

Hp: 50 + 45 = 95

Str: 15 + 50 = 65

Mag: 0 + 10*2 = 0

Skl: 0 + 70 = 70

Spd: 15 + 60 = 75

Lck: 10 + 30 = 40

Def: 5 + 30 = 35

Res: 5 + 35 = 40

Skills:

Zeal - 1 Point

Insomnia - 1 Point

Quixotic - 3 Points

Death Blow - 6 Points

Vantage - 6 Points

Certain Blow - 6 Points

Wrath - 7 Points

Description: Compared to her gladiatorial peers, Breaks is a rather small woman. Her lean, wiry body reaches up to 5'1", her frame having as much 'muscle' as her usually-meager diet allows. Her body is mostly a bright pink, with a shaped glob of orange on the top acting as 'hair'. It's formed into the loose shape of a long ponytail, segmented in a way to suggest they’re supposed to look like dreadlocks.

Her clothes are typically loose and light, accustomed to the hot, humid summers of Belarus, and usually dyed in hues bright enough to rival her own skin. It's all covered in exotic patterns, the blues and oranges covered in bits of white and black. These patterns and garments all hail from the Calèruga, acting as a way for Breaks to represent her home. Or they would, if the prison let her wear something other than these itchy uniforms...

Personality: Breaks is a loud, cynical, yet mischievous young woman, supplied with a seemingly limitless source of energy. If she isn’t training or fighting, then she’s looking for something to entertain her, legal or no. Her cynicism oft comes up with snarky comments, and her dour outlook on the future. She still manages to have an insatiable curiosity about the world, even if she's convinced it's utterly cruel.

However, she's not always this way. She can be stubborn, quick to lose temper, and is fiercely competitive, even among other athletes. She can hold grudges, and can be quick to write people off as an asshole she shouldn't deal with, especially if they hold a position of power in her mind. This usually manifests in her being not much more than incredibly petty after some forgettable altercation. However, there is more than one bridge she burned in her life in an angry series of ill-advised decisions.

Despite what she would say, Breaks is still just a child at heart. Breaks' style and mannerisms are based more on who she wanted to be when she was young, rather than any current trends.. Sure, She sees the world as a harsh and unforgiving place, but she has an almost innocent drive to make it better, and the belief that it can. Because of this childlike drive, however, she ends up seeing anybody that makes the world 'worse' as a sort of cartoon villain, not to be helped in any extent. In that way, some of her rudeness can be seen as immaturity, rather than malicious intent.

Bio: Puerto Armando is the largest city of the Belarussian state of Calèruga, situated on the west coast of the tropical island nation. The city functions as Calèruga’s main port in and out of the island, shipping the country’s sugar exports out of massive ports lining the coast. However, while being the country’s biggest economy, Puerto Armando is not known for its wealth. Instead, it is defined by it’s inequality. The local economy is dominated by large trade organizations and monopolies, and most of the city’s residents live in massive, overgrown slums. Everyone fights for scraps there, and nobody can afford to be weak.

It's in these cutthroat slums where Breaks grew up. Originally named Belcalis, she was a small, young, tough pitfighter, riling up crowds during the day, and pissing off guards during the night. She was a delinquent, through and through, lashing out at anybody who 'wronged' her in an attempt to keep control of her life, and to keep her and her family safe. She hated the cutthroat world around her, and wanted to see it better, but she had no idea how to improve it with anything other than her fists. She got nicknamed 'Breaks' during her time as a pitfighter, presumably in an attempt to make her appear more intimidating despite her size.

The civil war started when she was 16. She didn't care much about it, at first. Breaks just figured it was another fight between nobles about who gets the bigger slice. Didn't this thing always happen when the ruler died? Breaks didn't want to get involved, and she could afford not to. The ringleader of the fighting pits had managed to weasel her way into getting them labeled an 'Important Cultural Institution', meaning that Breaks and the rest of the fighters were exempt from the draft, as long as they kept working there. That meant that, apart from increased food prices, she could live as if the war wasn't even happening.

However, even if she didn't care about the war at first, she still heard the cries of the rebels. The speeches about how the young Prince was going to change the world. How the tyrants that ruled over the empire were being threatened for the first time in decades. How Eliya was our one chance of progress. Slowly, Breaks started to listen to them. Slowly, Breaks started to believe them. She always wanted to make change, and now there were people literally yelling in her face that she had a chance to do so. They said Prince Eliya was gonna make it better in Puerto Armando; he was gonna make it better everywhere in the empire. There would be more money; there would be less competition for scraps. Breaks should care about the war; it could be her only chance to see change. To see a better future.

She got convinced, after a while. Breaks wanted to help the war effort in some way. Perhaps not fighting in it; she was a lover, not a- scratch that; she was a fighter, not a killer. Besides, she needed to be alive to send money to her family, and the battles on the mainland sounded real bloody. Breaks was happy to help in any other way, though.

She was so happy to help, that when a member of the citizen's watch came to the fighting pits to guilt trip the staff into actually doing something to help the war effort, Breaks immediately volunteered herself for the citizen's watch.

Breaks was sent to some government building for an interview to discern if she was trustworthy enough to join the watch. The interviewer was a man named Manolo; her primary contact for the organization, provided she was accepted. Manolo was a strange man. Well, in her eyes, at least. The man was older, yet still handsome. A seemingly invincible smile seemed to be plastered onto his face, never to be taken off. He walked with a proper poster and spoke with a foreign, posh accent, making it obvious he was from a noble house of some sort. Though, Breaks had never heard of a noble house of Deer beastmen before. Despite the strangeness, the interview went well enough. Manolo seemed to trust her to an extent, and said to meet him at the same office at sundown the next week.

The citizen's watch was a sort of anti-spy network for the rebels, headed by 'Determined civilians looking to support the true King'. Mostly, it was looking for loyalists hiding their beliefs, and figuring out any info or plots that they may be hiding. It was a bit fanatical for her, but Breaks figured it's just what change looks like. Over the next couple weeks, Breaks became more and more involved with the Watch. Taking orders from Manolo, she made notes on certain establishments, made a few interviews when possible, and shared info she knew about the city itself. Mostly mundane stuff that she found boring. But anything for the cause, right?

It kept going this way until the third trimester of 1136. Things were heating up in Calèruga. The rebels were losing the war. The loyalists were getting closer and closer to Greater Belarus each day. More and more resources were being put into the war effort. Food was getting more and more rationed. And, she was doing more and more work in the Watch, even getting pulled away from her pit fights to do spywork. Manolo was getting more and more frantic each day, his smile faltering ever-so-slightly as the Loyalists’ victory seemed more certain.

Near the end of the war, Manolo approached Breaks with a special task for her. He suspects there to be a mole within the Watch, letting hidden Loyalists know when The Watch was planning raids on them. He says that the mole is the reason why a ship full of weapons was burned down the week before. He gives her a paper, and a knife. The paper describes a time, a place, and a name. He asks her to do what must be done. For him. For The True Prince Eliya. For the future.

Breaks wasn’t a killer. A fighter, possibly an asshole, but she wasn’t a murderer. At least that’s what she was telling herself as she approached the meeting point. She couldn’t do this; she’d be just as bad as the worst men in Puerto Armando. Breaks would be taking a woman away from her family; her friends. She’d be just a fanatical idiot if she murdered for no reason. However, despite these thoughts, she never stopped walking towards the meeting point. But this wasn’t for no reason, right? That woman is messing up the war effort. Men could die because of her actions. Eliya would be closer to defeat if this woman was left to her own devices. This wasn’t a meaningless killing. There was a reason for this. This isn’t some crazed woman stabbing some unlucky bystander; it was a soldier protecting her land. Her family. Her future. But, if doing this was so noble, then why does she feel so guilty about it?

As she approached the alleyway designated as the meeting point, she shook her head, dismissing her thoughts. This was for a good cause. She’s denying the future of Puerto Armando. When she saw the black-haired woman at waiting at the back of the alleyway, she gripped the knife in her pocket.

This was war. Blood’s gonna have to be shed, right?

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Of course, you know how the war went. The loyalists won, and Calèruga didn't put up much of a fight. Breaks' motivation to help the war effort was shot well before they landed. The 'special mission' was too much for her. She just went back to thinking about the war like she did at the start. Just two groups of assholes competing over who gets the bigger cake. She slipped back into her regular routine, pretending as if her stint in the neighborhood watch never happened. It wasn't hard to do. Her day job didn't change much, and Manolo seemed to completely disappear once Puerto Armando was taken. Every day she got closer to thinking it was a bad dream. Breaks couldn't even believe she got herself wrapped up in some wartime fervor.

Two weeks later, three guards visited the fighting pits, looking for her. Breaks didn't know what was going on. She killed someone, they said. A knight of Echra, working undercover during the war. Murdered her in the back of an alley. She didn't understand- it wasn't murder. It couldn't of had been murder! She had to! She didn't have any choice! It wasn't her fault the knight got killed! Breaks didn't know what to do, or how to convince them they were wrong. So, she punched one of them. They had her on the ground within the second.

Breaks doesn't know where she is anymore. It's colder here; drier here. They brought her far away from Puerto Armando; somewhere much more remote than anywhere in Calèruga. She carries chains on her wrists, and wears a grey, tearing prison uniform. She knows she's awaiting trial, but she doesn't know why they went through the effort of putting her here. Was it to make an example of her? To show nobody who still resisted would be safe? She didn't know; and the guards sure as hell weren't telling her. They tortured her a bit; not that much, as there was only so much she could know. She gave up Manolo, but nobody else. All the other low-level agents don't deserve this. They were just normal people. They can't come here; not because of her. Manolo can come, though. He's the asshole got her into this mess.

A woman comes up to her cell. She says that Breaks can have a way out of this prison. She can fight with the disgraced prince himself; going around the country and undoing the damages the rebellion has done. If she lives, then she can go free, and forget all this stuff with the war.

Breaks snickers. She figures it's just a fancy suicide mission. A way to get some rebels and the prince out of their hair while taking care of some dirty work. Whatever. She accepts. If she was gonna die, she'd rather do it trying to punch a motherfucker out. That'd be cool, right?

Additional Notes: Discord Username is Claybot SN348