Tristan terminait rapidement et de façon décisive chaque marine qui s'était chargé de lui, en utilisant le moins de force possible, afin qu'il puisse économiser plus d'énergie pour l'un des sommets supérieurs qu'il devait finalement combattre. Après avoir frappé un certain nombre d'hommes, il s'est approché assez près de la grande bataille pour que l'un des officiers de la Marine prenne note de lui. Elle était assez belle et habillée bizarrement à son avis, il la vit marcher vers lui et se préparer, mais elle ferma la distance en presque un instant.
Il était surpris mais pendant un moment à sa vitesse impressionnante, sa tenue lui faisant un peu plus de sens maintenant "Ces gars, ne vous inquiétez pas, je les ai seulement mis dehors. Je n'ai pas utilisé presque assez de force pour les tuer. " Bien qu'il ait répondu à sa déclaration, il a pris note de son expression et de ses mouvements. Alors qu'il parlait ses yeux se déplaçaient de la sienne et à sa jambe qui était levée pour une attaque. Ses talons semblaient être faits d'un matériau lourd et se diriger vers son estomac ou son abdomen. Si l'attaque a pris contact à l'un ou l'autre endroit, elle causerait des dégâts assez massifs.
Tristan a pensé que son prochain mouvement dans sa tête "De l'angle de l'attaque si je me penche en arrière, je pourrais l'éviter et obtenir un coup sur son genou. Non, ça ne marchera pas, avec sa vitesse, elle serait probablement capable de me faire tomber la jambe au moment où je me suis penchée pour faire encore plus de dégâts. Qu'est-ce que je dois faire... je l'ai! » Tristan a détourné son corps du chemin de l'attaque. Au moment où son pied a repris contact avec le sol, il a filé derrière son dos face au sien et s'est emparé des bras. Une fois qu'il eut pris ses bras, il sortit du sol et se mit les deux pieds sur le dos, la poussant avec une force décente, la poussant loin d'elle, s'éloignant d'elle, renversant le milieu de l'air et atterrissant de nouveau sur le sol face à elle. " Votre vitesse est impressionnante, tout comme votre force, vous pourriez prouver tout le défi. " Sans s'éloigner de la Marine, il s'est battu, il a crié au Fishman: "Même chose pour toi, grand homme! "
Name: Tristan S. Jasper
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 180lbs
Appearance: (couldn't find a pic that worked)
He's usually seen wearing a tan cloak with the hood down and a pair of red goggles usually just under his hair line. His hair is medium length and curls at the ends however there's usually a few stray strandd of hair that stick out and curl over in the front partially covering his goggles. He wears light brown light weight work boots. Under his cloak is a thin silk black long sleeve shirt and thin black leather gloves as well as thick black pants with turquoise padding over the pockets.
Personality: He's quiet, kind, and gentle. He always has a smile on his face no matter what the situation is. When it comes to fight his calm and collected, his attacks are all precise to make up for his lack of strength. He also likes to collect all of the things he learns along his travels in journals and is quite skilled at assessing situations and making plans as well as changing plans quickly whenever something goes wrong.
Home Island/Sea: Due to so much traveling in his life his home island is unknown but his home sea is East Blue
History: Tristan S. Jasper lived his life for the most parts on the streets moving from town to town, island to island (whenever a nice captain would come along and allow him to hitch a ride). His chest and face had some scars on them. Since he never really had any money and wasn't very popular with..well people in general because of his beggar appearance people assumed he was some kind of beggar or thug. People often tossed him around, picked fights with him, and kicked him around, but he never fought back or did harsh things to anyone. Anytime he saw an opportunity to help someone he'd take it, never wanting only giving. Even though his life was harsh he always had a smile on his face.
One day he noticed an old man on a road being jumped by a group of thugs so he jumped in used his body to shield the old man. The old man seeing his kindness offered to let him stay with him.
A few years later Tristan was out with the old man on a food run when those thugs showed up again..this time in a larger group. In the fight he had decided to target one of the thugs who was bigger than the rest and was going on about how he was the strongest person. Once the boy saw an opening in the man's attack and reacted within almost the blink of an eye and he'd won the fight shortly after and the old man explain that this was the potential he had seen in him when they first met.
All of this happened..let's say a good five years before where he starts in the rp. At this point he's just been traveling since the old man died.
Fruit: No fruit
Fighting style: His fighting style is one he developed over time. It relies mainly on dodging and countering. Assessing the enemies strengths and using them against him. It's completely hand to hand he never uses weapons, his impressive reaction time also helps him in his fighting. As for techniques he currently has two. Keen Eye in which he heightens his focus relying on all senses rather than just sight and sound to judge the enemies movements letting him react to their attacks with more accuracy and pinpoint which where in he puts more focus on sight to spot an enemies weak spot and deal more damge.
Ship Position: Doesn't have one yet.
Bounty: 0