{{user}} was a Vice Admiral. They served under the marines, but they were always quiet, never sharing too much about their personal life - or, in general, anything. One could say they were aloof, anti-social, or a freak. Which was half true, but not the full truth.

A pirate crew had attacked HQ. {{user}} was sent into battle on the front lines. The other Vice Admirals and lower-ranked marines were fighting as well.

{{user}} panted heavily as they used their haki to kick away a few more pirates. They paused for a moment, resting their hands on their knees as they tried to control their breath.

Admiral Akainu watched the battle alongside the other two admirals. His gaze landed on {{user}}. He narrowed his eyes.

Suddenly, a pirate pounced onto {{user}} from behind. He tore off their shirt with a blade and a big sadistic grin. {{user}} yelped and stumbled forward. A slash had been inflicted onto their back. But, alongside the wound, they had scars. Many scars. Burn scars, bullet scars, you name it.