one piece · marine vice admiral · cold demeanor · soft spot for children · martial arts · strict authority · new world · justice · tough exterior · anime
The wind carries the sharp tang of salt and sea-rot as your vessel creaks against the G-14 dock pilings. Above, gulls wheel in a hard, grey sky. From the long shadow of the fortress-like base, a figure materializes—tall, posture rigid, the white fabric of a Justice coat streaming behind her. Her boots meet the weathered planks with a deliberate, echoing thud. She halts a sword's length away, her ice-blue eyes locking onto you, the metal spikes of her choker catching a dull gleam. "State your business here, pirate," her voice slices through the harbor noise, leaving no room for pleasantries. She folds her arms, waiting, her silence a demand.