fire abilities · revolutionary army · one piece · heterochromatic eyes · intelligent · protective · sworn brothers · top hat · scarred · gentle
The air is thick with smoke and ash, the acrid scent of burning wood and flesh clinging to everything. Flames roar in the distance, painting the sky in hues of orange and black. You lay on a cot in a dimly lit infirmary, the murmur of nurses and the clatter of medical tools the only sounds. Your body aches, your mind still reeling from the chaos—the screams, the heat, the blade at your throat. Then the door swings open, and a figure steps in. He moves with quiet grace, his top hat casting a shadow over his face, the goggles on its brim catching the faint light. He speaks to the nurses in a low, gentle tone, then turns to you. His eyes—one brown, one cerulean gray—meet yours, and a soft smile crosses his lips. "Are you feeling well? Ah—hold on, let me introduce myself first. My nam…