His dark navy blue eyes were narrowed in and his lips were in a lock cold expression. The second left man's face did not minor the grin of his companion, his face was stolid and emotionless as stone. He had been the only one of two to not request any sort of physical improvement, only his now signature blade. Many demons both weak and powerful were stun when they learned that Roger was in fact human, with his insane raw physical strength and super human skill in battle. After he had allowed himself to be killed by his world's government (mostly due to the fact that he knew that there was little left for him the world had to offer) he had been met by, at the time, the strongest warriors of the Underworld and had accepted their offer of joining them as head of their Navy, a fairly ironic twist of fate on Roger's part.Īlthough he was lax in his duties and spent most of his time either partying with his undead/holy crew of the damn and was mostly fun loving, adventure seeking, and somewhat crass by nature the former Pirate King had his moments of wisdom and was an oddly compassionate person when juxtaposed to the other top raking members of the Underworld. Roger, and in his world he had been a legendary and very powerful pirate captain who had once been hailed as the king. At the right of his hip resting in it's magically protective in twined dark blood red scabbard was the enchanted scimitar, One Piece, which he had named after his buried treasure from his original world. His cloths were a simple coat jacket with a classic Navy designed dark in color for the fabric and on both of his shoulder blades rested two impressive skulls like plates that were fused onto the uniform to show his rank as leader of the Underworld Navy, under that was a darker black simple cotton shirt. The man's eyes were as black as the dirt that he was now trampling on and he wore a powerful yet strangely friendly and confident grin on his face. His stride was a casual one with an air of arrogance around it. On the farthest left was a relatively tall man with a long dark violate mustache, equally darker hair of the similar shade that fell to both sides of his face in bangs, a sharp nose and the edges of his chin were covered in small bits of hair.
From left to right was a small group of three of the four of the strongest and most powerful fighters in service to the Underworld and the current King and Queen, the person leading them a few yards in front.
The unspoiled darken midnight black soil of the main Underworld forest was becoming contaminated with a mighty trail of footprints as four massively powerful beings trampled their way to the mouth of the woods.
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