Zehst sourit alors qu'il frappait le gars avec l'anneau du nez à travers le mur. Ça lui apprendrait à être une personne bizarre. Le jeune homme écoutait les exclamations des deux hommes de main avec un sourcil surélevé. Hitman? Qu'est-ce que c'était? Eh bien, il avait frappé le gars... et il était définitivement un homme, la dernière fois qu'il a vérifié... Zehst s'est fait signe. C'était sûrement un tueur! Puis la caisse à côté de lui éclata, comme une voix mystérieuse l'a dit à Zehst où il pouvait trouver un nouveau bateau. Qui était cet individu mystérieux, qui a apporté la bonne nouvelle de nouveaux dinghies à ceux qui n'avaient plus de dinghies?! C'était... c'était...
Zehst n'avait aucune idée de qui c'était, mais sa tenue avait l'air soignée.
Les voyous n'ont pas dû le penser, cependant, parce qu'ils ont tourné leurs armes sur le nouveau gars aussi. Zehst a froncé. Il n'avait aucune idée de l'emplacement du magasin d'armes ou de la plate-forme d'exécution, de sorte qu'il aurait probablement à demander des directives. Mais il ne pouvait pas faire ça si ces gars utilisaient leurs armes sur le nouveau pour le couper! Il devrait...
"Qu'est-ce que c'est que ce bruit de Dieu?" Soudain, le roquetteur cria, applaudissant les mains au-dessus de ses oreilles. Quelqu'un marchait vers le magasin, quelqu'un qui... émettait une sorte d'arme sonique de sa bouche! Les yeux de Zehst sont sortis de sa tête. Qui était capable d'une telle destruction?! Même les armes que ses parents ont inventées n'avaient pas été si...
C'est ennuyant!
Le type a attrapé le Nez Ring par... l'anneau de nez... et a dit quelque chose, mais Zehst ne l'a pas entendu parce qu'il avait encore ses mains sur ses oreilles. Quand il a remarqué que les étranges réverbérations menaçant de briser son cerveau s'étaient arrêtées, cependant, il a laissé ses mains retomber sur ses côtés. Soudain, il y a eu beaucoup de remous comme le vieil homme leur a dit de quitter le magasin, mais les autres gars n'en avaient pas. En fait, plus d'entre eux sont venus, et les choses commençaient à devenir vraiment violentes.
-- Eh bien, ça a l'air amusant! C'est ce qu'il a dit. Le gars de la tenue fraîche semblait être d'accord, et proclamait rapidement ses arts Ninja avant de sauter dans les airs. Il a marché sur la tête de Zehst, provoquant un oof! de l'homme de fusée avant qu'il répète le processus avec plusieurs autres têtes, sautant hors du magasin.
"Hé, vous--" Zehst a commencé. Puis il y a eu un grand boom. Alors que Zehst se tenait là, une expression horrifiée qui grandissait sur son visage, une lumière blanche semblait envelopper tout autour de lui, réduisant son environnement à des lignes noires comme elles étaient dans un manga ou quelque chose comme ça. Quelques secondes plus tard, toute la couleur est revenue, mais l'explosion avait effacé plusieurs des Spice Boys.
"Frappe d'aiguillon!"
Avec le son désormais familier, une forme d'entonnoir métallique s'épanouit de l'épaule gauche de Zehst comme un bourgeon de fleurs, et à l'intérieur un feu s'épanouit avant qu'il ne soit propulsé hors de la boutique, ses pieds glissant sur le sol alors que son bras droit pointait son coude sur sa cible. Il ressemblait beaucoup à une sorte de grève des arts martiaux, mais vraiment Zehst avait tout naturellement senti que c'était le meilleur mouvement pour ce qu'il avait l'intention de faire quand il a d'abord pratiqué ce mouvement.
Il s'est envolé, attaquant, pas les Spice Boys, mais le mystérieux homme!
"Quelle arme avez-vous utilisée tout à l'heure?" Il a demandé. "Qui l'a conçu?"
Name: Zehst Messerschmitt
Age: 18
Gender:Male
Race: Human
Height and Weight: 5' 10", 140 pounds (63.5 kg)


 
Bounty:  0 Beli
Personality:  Zehst is energetic and hardly ever takes things seriously. He makes friends easily and brushes off hostility up to a point. His primary want in life is freedom--absolute freedom, the ability to do anything and everything that he wants. However, this is where he begins to toe the line of eccentricity. He doesn't believe in laws, seeing them as oppressive, but agrees that freedom has to naturally come with consequences. He also rarely imposes on anyone else's "freedoms" as he sees them--such as the freedom of a thief to steal something. Yet a person who stops a thief also has the freedom to do that if they want to. All in all it's an extremely hypocritical way of looking at the world, and speaks to his inexperience as a person...but perhaps this is why he wants to be free in the first place.
 
History: Zehst was born to a wealthy family on the Gecko Islands archipelago, who made their fortune by designing weapons for the World Government. Knowing their inventions were tools of violence, destruction, and oppression, they always kept their son in the dark about the true nature of their careers. Zehst's childhood was extremely restricted and sheltered, to keep him from learning how cruel the world really was. But they could only keep this up for so long. As Zehst got older, he had soon read all the books they could give him and learned all his tutors had to teach him, and soon his fun-loving attitude could no longer be curbed and he could no longer simply be sent to his room. With nothing more to distract him, he began to escape time and time again. Until, one night, he witnessed an engagement between the World Government and a pirate ship that was targeting the Gecko Islands.
The Pirate Ship was coming close to the shore, almost close enough to begin assaulting the island. Though in doing so they were putting the lives of islanders who lived on the shore in peril, the captain of the Marines gave the order to launch a particular missile that had been designed by Zehst's parents. The missile was a direct hit, but the explosion that followed was so enormous that not only were the pirates completely eradicated, but so were the homes of several villagers on the cliffs overlooking the shoreline. Zehst couldn't help but think that even pirates didn't deserve to be destroyed so thoroughly as he watched the carnage subside. What was more, the people of the village blamed his family. For the first time Zehst saw the true nature of what his parents had done to build their fortune.
Over the next few weeks, he confronted them. There was a family shouting match that grew so intense Zehst punched his own father. Though he wasn't punished afterwards, this actually made it worse for him. His parents loved him, they truly did, but for various reasons they couldn't just suddenly stop making weapons. Unable to see their point of view, Zehst secretely stole an object his father had obtained for experimentation--a Devil Fruit. Using the fruit's powers to leave his home behind, Zehst started a new life, searching for the freedom he had never had.
Abilities: Roke-Roke no Mi - The Rocket Fruit, its name taken from the Japanese pronunciation "roketto." It is a paramecium fruit that turns the user into a Rocket Human, and allows them to produce various types of rocket thrusters and jets through the surfaces of their body.
Techniques: 
Cruise Knuckle - A rocket thruster appears on Zehst's elbow, greatly increasing the speed and force of a punch.
Stinger Strike - A thruster appears on the back of Zehst's shoulder and elbow as he darts forward, and performs a piercing elbow strike with the opposite arm. It resembles an elbow thrust from the martial art known as Bajiquan.
Homing Kick - A roundhouse kick that uses thrusters on the back of Zehst's calves and heel to increase power, speed, and spin--he'll be able to chase an opponent to an extent, continuing to spin and fly after them. However, after several rotations he'll become dizzy and crash.
ICBM - A flying kick that sprouts thrusters over various parts of Zhest, making this his most powerful attack. However, it hits so hard that it damages him as well, and uses up a great deal of energy.

Traits: 
Inventor - Having inherited his parents' knack for learning, designing, and application of science, Zehst makes a fairly good inventor. However, at the moment he lacks the experience or tools to make much use of it. Perhaps if he were to set foot on a ship, he could learn its workings and be a decent shipwright...
Inventory: A burlap duffel sack containing all his supplies, including clothes, food and water, a compass, a map, and not much else.