Le train de pensée de Scab a frappé le cerf métaphorique de Dugrass à pleine vitesse, survolant les rails et s'envolant vers l'espace. Il clignait alors qu'il regardait en arrière le monsieur, en entendant sa suggestion....Allez après le Tueur de Cabbage, ou bien bien sûr! Pourquoi n'y a-t-il pas pensé?
Il sourit un sourire paresseux à Dugrass et accepta volontiers la poignée de main, levant sa main libre et prenant le gentleman. Sa peau était troublante au toucher : grincée et nouée comme du bœuf moulu, mais grossière et rugueuse comme du papier de sable.
"Appele-moi Scabbrd, homme..." répondit-il. "Comme, euh... tu sais, une épée. Comme celui que j'ai eu. Pas comme, euh... Pas comme 'Scab', comme, euh... comme cette chose qui se fait quand on devient comme une coupure? Ce truc dégueulasse... les gens font parfois cette erreur, et c'est un peu embarrassant, tu sais? Comme... qui veut être appelé quelque chose de dégueulasse comme ça...
Au fur et à mesure qu'il gronde, quelque chose devient de plus en plus apparent : malgré son comportement étrange et maladroit, sa poignée de main était assez ferme! Très ferme. Vraiment très ferme oh DIEU son GRIP.
Name: Scabbard
Age: 18(??)
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height and Weight: 6'1, 171 lbs

Bounty: 0 Beli
Personality: Perpetually sleepy and groggy, as the pain of his burns often gives him trouble sleeping. Rarely raises his voice, if ever. Often laid-back and kind of lazy, but quietly focused when things get heavy. Has a strong, personal sense of justice, which he rarely talks about, but often puts into action when he can. He desires information about his past more than anything.
History: Scabbard's life is a complete blank slate to him. Waking up in a dingy Loguetown alley one day without a memory in his head, even a name. The only thing he had was a large sword, chained in its sheathe with a mysterious lock without a key, and a hideous body covered in painful burn scars. With no connections, or Beli to his name, he turned to petty crime to earn a living, taking the name of the first thing he saw: The scabbard of the locked-away blade. While life as a small-time crook gave him food to eat, he longed to learn who he really was, and saw the free life of a pirate as the ideal way to find out. Now his dream is to travel the seas, and one day find both his lost identity, and the key to the lock that seals his mysterious sword.
Abilities: Swordsmanship: Scabbard fights with the locked-up blade he awoke with. Since the blade is locked in its sheath, it serves as a blunt weapon.
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Inventory: Large, Two-Handed Locked-Up Sword