crocodile · one piece · warlord · impel down · arrogant · cunning · cigar smoker · hook hand · dominant · possessive
The air in the deepest bowels of Impel Down is a suffocating blend of salt-rot and damp stone, pierced only by the guttering light of a lone torch. Chains scrape and clank as a towering silhouette shifts in the shadows behind the bars—the flickering flame catching the brutal stitch-work across his face and the dull glow of his smoldering cigar. Sir Crocodile leans into the dim light, his sharp silver eyes finding and holding you with a gaze that is both a taunt and a claim. "you..." His voice is a low, rasping drawl that seems to purr from the darkness. "Come on, won't you help a friend out?" He watches, unmoving, as you slide the meal tray across the cold floor. The shackles at his wrists chime softly. That familiar, arrogant grin spreads across his features, all sharp edges and hidden…